She woke up; today was her wedding day. Well, sort of the Bazhir had rituals not marriages. She sighed and got up; not needing a dress for the ceremony( she had rebelled against the idea) she got ready and met George for the celebration.

"How you be feelin' my pretty young lass?" George asked.

"Nervous." She said rubbing her sweating palms on her breeches.

"Now why be that my fair lioness? She shrugged, not knowing why herself. Coram came up behind them.

"Ready, lass?" Coram asked.

She nodded as Miles of Olau- her father- came up behind them and rested a hand on her shoulder and whispered "I am so proud of you." When the headman, Halef Seif spoke "This day George Cooper of Tortall wishes to bring The Woman that Rides like a Man into his tent as his wife, do you accept Woman that Rides like a Man?"

"I do" she said.

"Give me your left arms." They did as he instructed as he cut shallow cuts in their arms and pressed them together. She resisted the urge to scream in pain when alien magic screamed up her veins, she collapsed, everything went black.

When she opened her eyes George came into view face creased with concern. When she opened her mouth to speak she started coughing none-stop. Hakim Fehr came into view for a moment when he came back George passed her a cup of water, she drank. He pulled her into a sitting position.

"Goddess I feel terrible" she said her voice a croak "What in the name of Mithros happened?"

"You collapsed. I'll be right back darlin'" with that he left. She tried to get up but she found she could do no more than crawl. She dragged herself to her feet and swayed putting some of her weight on a table. She started coughing more got dizzy and fell. When he got back to the tent he found her collapsed on the floor. She must have tried to get up too fast. Sighing he picked her up and laid her on the bed and felt her temperature, she had a fever, his face went white; there was only one thing that gave a fever this bad was the Seating Sickness. He got up and ran to get Coram, he felt helpless, hopefully Coram knew what to do.

When George burst in his tent he looked like he saw a ghost.

"What happened lad?" he asked not liking the Rouges expression.

He swallowed and said "She has takin' sick a fever to be known as The Sweating Sickness She needs a powerful healer." Now he was beginning to get the feelling from the Rouge. "But all the Sorcerers that would be takin' vengeance on her are dead unless-"

"Unless Roger had a back up plan so she would go down too" Coram said grimacing he got up. " I'll be callin' the healers." He nodded.

"Best get back before she tries anythin' foolish or the Crooked God save me I will whip her-"he looked thoughtful and said"- once she's done with it anyway."

"George why do I feel so gods blessed weak?" she asked him eyes focusing on the tall ex-Rouge. He shook his head sating clearly to her You don't want to know. "By Mithros's sword George tell me or"- she grinned evilly- "I will run away and you shall never see your wife's face again." Mocking him.

"Don't be joking about that lass."

So I'd like feed back Own nothing. My very first fanfic that was typed up on Microsoft Office Word 2007