Chapter 4
Lan had never felt so helpless, all he could do to keep his sanity was count every breath, analyze every sound and movement Nynaeve made.
Fear was something he rarely felt, but today fear was all he knew. Fear, fear of death, of losing something he hadn't even been able to embrace. Lan contemplated past beliefs that he could only offer her a promise of widow's black as her brideprice, how ironic it was now that she laid before him struggling to breath.
She had awoken earlier, crying out for him. She was delusional not seeing or hearing him, it was all he could bare.
It was past midday, her fever showed no signs of breaking. He worried even more now her body wouldn't be able to handle much more, he needed a healer or a wise women.
Before he could decide there was a knock on the door, his senses on full alert he moved towards the door.
He slowly opened the door to find the young stable boy from last night, he was meekly looking up at him. Lan had no time for this, "what?"
The boy bravely meet his stare, "I know you need help and I..
Lan suddenly on guard cut the boy off midsentence, "and what help do you offer? Don't play with me boy."
The boy suddenly found the floor very interesting, "I well.. that lady looked sick. It just I thought my mother could help, some call her a wise women."
It took Lan all of five seconds to make a decision pulling the boy in the room and shutting the door, "your mother she's a healer?"
The boy only nodded, he looked like he hadn't eaten in a month, his cloths were rags falling off of him. Lan got down to his level and spoke softly, "You are right my friend, that lady is very sick and she could use the help of your mother. However, no one can know. If you can get your mother here with out detection I will pay you handsomely, but if the word is spread it will not end well. Understood?"
The boy nervously replied, "Yes."
Lan half smiled, "Good, what is your name?
He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's Robert sir"
Lan stood, "When you get to your mother inform her of are discussion and tell that the lady has a strong fever. How long will it take?"
Robert was already reaching for the door, he turned to reply. "Not long sir she is the cook."
Lan truly smiled allowing himself hope, "good go than." He turned back to the bedroom shaky his head at the odds of it, the wheel weaves as the wheel wills.
Short chapter sorry, I lost all my files not backed up. It could be a while, I'm dealing with a virus…anyway I'm not perfect sorry if my grammar kills your buzz lol When I can update again I promise at least 2000 words……
