Chapter 50: Bryony

The rain had started by the time the cottage came into view in the clearing up ahead. Now I was faced with the task of getting him inside.

I struggled beneath his weight, stumbling and going almost to my knees by the time I got him down from the horse. I had no choice but to catch him under his arms and drag him the rest of the way into the cottage.

Once inside I looked around for a place to lay him, but there was no other choice but my bed which would barely hold him though it was the largest one in the cottage. There was no hope for it though, so that’s where I headed.

I left him there still dead to the world and went out into the kitchen to gather my supplies. He was still out cold when I returned, but his face bore a frown and his eyes moved beneath his lids as if he were bothered by dreams.