The epidemic (part 1)

The calm breeze caressed the edges of the blue curtain, taking it forward sometimes and backward at others. The fair compromise between the two represented hope to Adela.

Hopeless he said...

"Wise men find the middle ground," she muttered to herself. 

"Pardon me, My Lady?"

She glanced at the knight across from her, "Oh...The evenly spaced hall is warm, for which I am grateful. Get the last batch of knights inside," Adela said authoritatively.

"Yes, Lady Adelaide…" he hesitated, "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"

The knight only saw Lady de Lanark's eyes and forehead since the rest of her face was covered with her embordered handkerchief, but those parts were whiter than bone.

Her kind eyes smiled, "I will have some of the broth we boiled with the rest of you once we deal with the last batch,"

"That would be an honor!"

"The honor is all mine, now wash your hands with soap on your way out,"