The person at the door rushes you inside
"Medicinal herbs for her injuries," Sir Duncan says. "A
good meal or three. Soap and water. Bed rest. And whatever you do,
keep her warm--Ms. Stuart will have your head if she freezes to
death."
"To the infirmary, then. We'll have to hide her in the back. Not
a moment to lose."
"Wait...wait!" You finally find your voice. "Please,
who are you? Who am I?"
"Good grief, she has no memory!" the person whose care
you've been transferred to exclaims. "We'll have to get the
medicine woman in to see her immediately!"
"Easy there," Sir Duncan argues. "Don't frighten her to
death. The poor girl was arrested and nearly indentured to the
cruelest master in the province for supposedly stealing bread. She may
be the Lady of Lachlan, but that's no cause for you to be taking leave
of your senses."
"Arrested? How in heaven's name did you let that happen?"
"I didn't even know it was her until I got inside the house of
justice and saw for myself."
The jumble of conversation is too much for you, and your headache is
back. You groan, which seems to snap your rescuer and Mr. Paparazzi
Man to attention. They rush you to the infirmary, where you're left in
the hands of a nurse. In what seems like three seconds, she cleans you
up, applies ointmenets to your scrapes and bruises, and puts you to
bed in the softest nightgown you've ever had the pleasure of wearing.
You fall asleep, but don't wake up for a long time. When you ask, the
nurse tells you you've been in and out of it for about four days.
"Four days?" you exclaim. "But then
how...where...who...please tell me, what's going on?"
The nurse starts to oblige, but before she can...
"Please wait in the foyer, Sir Duncan," the other person
says. "I'll be in to speak with you shortly, but for now, we must
take care of her ladyship. What does she need?"
