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The dock had been cleared. Workmen and fishmongers and sailors were escorted from the area that the ‘Midnight Hour’ had been tied to. A line of the local guard had to keep the populace back, the crowd getting noisy. Frightened horses were calmed and brought off the schooner by the shifting gangplank, not the hoist that had brought them aboard. The medics swarmed onto the ship and two patients were taken off, seemingly under guard, one walking, one not.
Officers gathered around the limping woman being supported by a dark green dressed servant. The prisoners were taken from the ship, Laun saluting the Major at the head of the squads as the official exchange happened with several medics trying to fuss over Laun’s wounds. She had a few words with the Major and he stepped away, an eye on the Rosemond soldiers that was cold and hard.
The ship was put under guard, the crew and wounded taken to the military compound on the shore of the Southern Ocean. Liam was in the care of some of the best medics in the Midlands army, but no one really was hopeful. Gut wounds were nasty, and Laun put a hand on his forehead as they parted, his fever making him delirious and not knowing who she was.
The Commander of the garrison met them in the yard of the military compound by the non-commissioned officer’s quarters. He was trailed by several high ranked men, one of which a naval Captain. The Commander saluted Laun and was pleased that she saluted back, not waived or giggled as many women did. »Read More