Tinsley Family/RP/May
May (where Willem curses many things)
After all the pointy sword nonsense, Willem had gone to seek Dame Ilya. He had not seen her for over a week. He didn't get very far when a messenger came from the healer's tent.
- Sir Willem. You must come quick. One of the men is in a bad way. He wants to see you.
- Can it wait? I should be back in a few hours.
- No, Sir. The healer says that you should come. Now.
Willem reluctantly left his search to head for the healer's tent. When he arrived, he recognized that it was the nephew of Hagen, his previous captain, on the cot. A wound was cut deeply into his shoulder, almost severing the arm. The boy looked so young. Hardly any facial hair. Willem looked to the healer who shook his head.
- Son, what can I do for you? The healer says that your wound is deep.
- Lord Willem. Did we win? The battle? I think I got one of 'em.
- Yes, son. We did. And I saw that you did get one of them. Ran him right through. I'm proud of you. You stood well in the middle of the chaos. Never thought you'd be fighting with the undead, did you?
- No, but I'd rather fight with 'em than agin' 'em. Willem, the pain is terrific. Lord Willem, tell my girl back home that if I don't make it, that I do love her so. Her name's May. In Amdor, sir. Uncle Hagen knows her family. Let her know.
- You'll be fine, but should something happen, I'll make sure that she knows that you fought bravely and that you love her. - With that, Willem pulled the blanket over the boy's head, for he went into the sleep that one doesn't awake from.
Willem cursed the war, cursed the Estonites, cursed himself and then walked aimlessly into the night, hoping to find Ilya.
