Daine awoke two months later in an unfamiliar bed. Strange people
stood over her. She didn't know where Numair was or what he was doing. Was
he alright? Was he hurt? Where were the people she knew? What of Alanna?
Jon? Thayet? Ouna? Anyone she knew? As she looked out side she saw
something that made her come to a conclusion. Snowsdale was the only
answer. She was in Snowsdale.
Her mind raced than slowed. The strangers she suddenly knew as her mind and vision cleared. Hakkon was there, clearly unhappy. His wife, her emotion was unclear to Daine. Lory was worried about her and Rand looked tired. There was someone there she didn't know too. He was about her age and maybe about five inches taller than her. He had brown hair and looked like he was related to Hakkon. He was too old to be his son though. She also began to remember what had happened too.
She was sitting in a clearing and she was in daydreams of Numair. Then she looked over to her right because she heard noises. Just then a hand came over her mouth. It wasn't Numair either. Numair always kissed her neck or tickled her mercilessly. They also always fell kissing or laughing onto the grass together. Instead she felt like a rock came against her head. She suddenly was swept into cool cold darkness. All she felt now was ruff hand pulling at her now limp body. Within seconds Daine was completely out cold.
Now she sat up listening to the animals talk. She tried to pull herself into the present, and into the room, which is where, her physical body was. She could feel a dull pain in her left leg. When she looked down she could see that there was a small bruise on her lower leg. She prayed that for Numair to come and clam her down gently. She prayed for him to come running into the room and for him to make the slowly growing pain go away.
Lory was telling her to drink something now. Daine was dead to the people in the room though. She didn't hear what they said. Either to her or to themselves. She felt as if they were all beating her thought not one was touching her. Lory put the glass to her lips and silently Daine obeyed the order. Lory brushed away her hair from her face. She whispered something but she didn't know what she had said. She wondered of she had even said anything. They heard her though. Her voice was cracked and she could barely talk. They made what she had whispered out though. IT had felt to Daine as if her lips had said his name. The one name of the person she wanted more than any thing, Numair. Then she watched as she started to cry. Daine pulled her legs up to her chest and they all left her there. They all walked down to the kitchen where they would think of something. Something that had to do greatly with her.
Lory, Rand, Hakkon, Rosalind, Hakkon's wife, and his nephew, Victor, all sat at the kitchen table. Lory and Rosalind poured every one tea and they all sat in silence for a minute.
'Who's Numair?' Hakkon asked.
'I'm guessing a lover or a husband.' Rand replied thinking about the exact same thing.
'She can't be married!' Victor replied.
'If you so as much to think she's pretty...' Hakkon began to tell his nephew.
'She is though.' Rosalind said. 'She's one of those naturals.'
'None of you should think that way.' Hakkon replied.
'She needs to get out of bed and do something.' Lory said. 'If she did lose someone she needs to keep her hand busy.'
'You're right.' Rosalind agreed. 'Working hands make a happy heart. She can work at the inn, can' she Hakkon?'
'Fine, she can me a maid. If she causes trouble though she's gone.' He declared.
'I highly doubt she will. She was always up to keeping busy and keeping to herself. I think that will be perfect for her.'
That night Hakkon rode, with Victor, back to their home next to the inn. Hakkon sat at the desk and wrote on a piece of paper. He seemed unhappy about this Daine ordeal. Victor sat across the room from his uncle. With no one around he was able to talk freely with his uncle. Every one else was in bed. Rosalind had stayed with Lory and Rand because she had healing magic.
'What are you going to do about Daine?' Victor asked.
'Make sure she breaks and either runs or is executed by the town.'
'Why would that happen?'
'Because I might just be able to break her of her strength. At least I hope I can. I don't want that girl to live though next year.' Hakkon said as death gleamed in his eyes.
'What are you going to do to her.' This could be fun, Victor thought.
'I as thinking that my favorite nephew might need a girl.' Hakkon smiled greedily.
'What of she doesn't want to bed with me?' Victor asked.
'Then you make her.'
Both men smiled and turned back to what ever they were doing.
Her mind raced than slowed. The strangers she suddenly knew as her mind and vision cleared. Hakkon was there, clearly unhappy. His wife, her emotion was unclear to Daine. Lory was worried about her and Rand looked tired. There was someone there she didn't know too. He was about her age and maybe about five inches taller than her. He had brown hair and looked like he was related to Hakkon. He was too old to be his son though. She also began to remember what had happened too.
She was sitting in a clearing and she was in daydreams of Numair. Then she looked over to her right because she heard noises. Just then a hand came over her mouth. It wasn't Numair either. Numair always kissed her neck or tickled her mercilessly. They also always fell kissing or laughing onto the grass together. Instead she felt like a rock came against her head. She suddenly was swept into cool cold darkness. All she felt now was ruff hand pulling at her now limp body. Within seconds Daine was completely out cold.
Now she sat up listening to the animals talk. She tried to pull herself into the present, and into the room, which is where, her physical body was. She could feel a dull pain in her left leg. When she looked down she could see that there was a small bruise on her lower leg. She prayed that for Numair to come and clam her down gently. She prayed for him to come running into the room and for him to make the slowly growing pain go away.
Lory was telling her to drink something now. Daine was dead to the people in the room though. She didn't hear what they said. Either to her or to themselves. She felt as if they were all beating her thought not one was touching her. Lory put the glass to her lips and silently Daine obeyed the order. Lory brushed away her hair from her face. She whispered something but she didn't know what she had said. She wondered of she had even said anything. They heard her though. Her voice was cracked and she could barely talk. They made what she had whispered out though. IT had felt to Daine as if her lips had said his name. The one name of the person she wanted more than any thing, Numair. Then she watched as she started to cry. Daine pulled her legs up to her chest and they all left her there. They all walked down to the kitchen where they would think of something. Something that had to do greatly with her.
Lory, Rand, Hakkon, Rosalind, Hakkon's wife, and his nephew, Victor, all sat at the kitchen table. Lory and Rosalind poured every one tea and they all sat in silence for a minute.
'Who's Numair?' Hakkon asked.
'I'm guessing a lover or a husband.' Rand replied thinking about the exact same thing.
'She can't be married!' Victor replied.
'If you so as much to think she's pretty...' Hakkon began to tell his nephew.
'She is though.' Rosalind said. 'She's one of those naturals.'
'None of you should think that way.' Hakkon replied.
'She needs to get out of bed and do something.' Lory said. 'If she did lose someone she needs to keep her hand busy.'
'You're right.' Rosalind agreed. 'Working hands make a happy heart. She can work at the inn, can' she Hakkon?'
'Fine, she can me a maid. If she causes trouble though she's gone.' He declared.
'I highly doubt she will. She was always up to keeping busy and keeping to herself. I think that will be perfect for her.'
That night Hakkon rode, with Victor, back to their home next to the inn. Hakkon sat at the desk and wrote on a piece of paper. He seemed unhappy about this Daine ordeal. Victor sat across the room from his uncle. With no one around he was able to talk freely with his uncle. Every one else was in bed. Rosalind had stayed with Lory and Rand because she had healing magic.
'What are you going to do about Daine?' Victor asked.
'Make sure she breaks and either runs or is executed by the town.'
'Why would that happen?'
'Because I might just be able to break her of her strength. At least I hope I can. I don't want that girl to live though next year.' Hakkon said as death gleamed in his eyes.
'What are you going to do to her.' This could be fun, Victor thought.
'I as thinking that my favorite nephew might need a girl.' Hakkon smiled greedily.
'What of she doesn't want to bed with me?' Victor asked.
'Then you make her.'
Both men smiled and turned back to what ever they were doing.