Scene XXV

Aslak stayed behind in the stables, quiet thinking of the woman's demeanour for a moment.

"... Odd woman." — Eventually he stated with a frown. Turning from staring at the empty road his wife had walked to leave and take a closer look at the steed he had initially come to see.

"..... It's quite clean."

Snort!

Impressed by the deep wound he recalled to be disastrous to the eye and to Litilmenni's walk, the man mumbled to himself as his fingers stroked the almost healed injury the woman had treated.

'..... Too clean... The woman has skill.' — Aslak conceived, for the aid given was thorough, even to the ignorant eye.

"..."

The sour taste of their recent exchange became vexing to the Archduke. Yet, even still, he paid no mind to it in his brutish and proud nature, in which he could not think of following the woman to appease such bothersome lurk of a sorry sensation.