Who?
I sighed and put down the rags I was trying to mend back into a dress. Mrs. Smeal was outside, delivering blankets, in her over-cheerful mood. My worn brown dress I had finished sewing only two days ago looked like it was over fifty years old, but everyone had to make do with what they had. More refugees were pouring in everyday, many with sunken eyes and vacant expressions. Those were the people who had lost a family member or a dear friend. One woman I was trying to cure of a fever cried out in her sleep about how her dead husband was coming to get her and bring her home to his farm far away from the Sualan border. Two days later, he did indeed come to take her home, but not the same way she had been raving about.
"Ella," said Mrs. Smeal has she poked her head through the door, "Someone is here to see you. He won't talk to anybody but you." I was very confused, and was a little bit frightened that it might be one of the king's men coming back to get me. "Don't be frightened by his appearance, dear," Mrs. Smeal said kindly, "He has very good manners." This increased my suspicions about him being a knight or other noble person. I stepped outside of the building and into the bright sunshine of a hot, sticky summer's day. I was greeted by a man clothed in black robes and a mask. "Good afternoon, miss. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
I sighed and put down the rags I was trying to mend back into a dress. Mrs. Smeal was outside, delivering blankets, in her over-cheerful mood. My worn brown dress I had finished sewing only two days ago looked like it was over fifty years old, but everyone had to make do with what they had. More refugees were pouring in everyday, many with sunken eyes and vacant expressions. Those were the people who had lost a family member or a dear friend. One woman I was trying to cure of a fever cried out in her sleep about how her dead husband was coming to get her and bring her home to his farm far away from the Sualan border. Two days later, he did indeed come to take her home, but not the same way she had been raving about.
"Ella," said Mrs. Smeal has she poked her head through the door, "Someone is here to see you. He won't talk to anybody but you." I was very confused, and was a little bit frightened that it might be one of the king's men coming back to get me. "Don't be frightened by his appearance, dear," Mrs. Smeal said kindly, "He has very good manners." This increased my suspicions about him being a knight or other noble person. I stepped outside of the building and into the bright sunshine of a hot, sticky summer's day. I was greeted by a man clothed in black robes and a mask. "Good afternoon, miss. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."