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Several hours, but less than two miles away from Lord Falmir’s lands, Laun stirred when the wagon went over a stone in the road. Her head hurt more than any hangover she had ever had, all two of them, and when she tried to breathe deeply a shooting pain flashed across her chest. She could feel the now familiar stitches in her wounds, including the new one between her breasts, as she moved in the creaking wagon.
“She’s waking up.” Orgia had a tired edge to her voice. It matched the ragged look on the chatelaine’s face when Laun opened her eyes.
Pillar was walking along side the wagon and looked over the edge into it. Laun and Fount had been placed hastily on piles of household linens and trunks that had been hurriedly loaded when the word came from Laun by way of Geralk to pack. Some of the cloths now had blood on them, but Orgia was more concerned for the two people in the wagon with her than the household goods, for once.
Through the light bedding the linens provided, Laun thought she could feel a pot handle pushing into her back. She heard Fount beside her groan as the wagon was jostled again. Laun felt it too. She had overworked the last of her body’s reserves and had very little strength. There was an unfamiliar grogginess that made it hard for thoughts or feelings to fully form. Orgia held Laun’s head so that a tankard of cider could be drunk. Laun had not thought that the action of swallowing would be difficult, but her tongue felt as though it was a stone in her mouth. More leaked out the sides of her mouth than went down her throat. She coughed and was helped into a better sitting position.
Pain and fatigue were both dominating her body, but Laun needed to ask one thing, “Did everyone get out?”
Orgia had a halting progression of emotions go across her face. Hurt, pride, concern and sadness mixed in disconcerting ways until she was stuck on concern. “Most, my Lady. Thank the gods that Geralk came with the dancers. If he had not warned us, we would have been caught unawares when Falmir’s men,” she spat out the King’s son’s name, “came to take us over. Some Rosemond noble was in the lead saying that HE was the rightful heir to your lands.” Orgia had another unreadable emotion go over her tired features. “He had a writ signed by Falmir. It said King Falmir Hawkwell, not Dreng Hawkwell.”
Pillar nodded at Laun when her eyes passed from Orgia to the shaman. “I have heard that from several households as we have been traveling. None of the households that I have seen on the road accepted the writs at face value.” His head bobbed along as he walked, making Laun’s eyes close.
“I-” Laun’s mouth was hard to control and felt as though fermenting honey had been spooned in. She tried to swallow to clear her mouth and it was not working. She tried again without any success. She let her fuzzy mind close as her eyes had closed and sank back down into drugged sleep.
Chapter 11 The first night after the coup is frightening, but the household survives
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