At the sound of her voice, Herebrand looked at her in amazement. "Lady...why are you here, out in the streets like this? You are wounded, you would be putting your time to better use by allowing yourself to heal, not making that leg worse!" He had spoken to her gruffily and as he watched her face fall, he felt shame. He went to her side, his expression softening. "Lady, I spoke in haste. My people are quick to anger at times and I am between worry and sorrow for my men. They would have served you well, but it may be that they are no more." He turned his face from her. It had always been a matter of pride with him that he had never lost a man, now it appeared he had lost many more than just one!
She had flinched at the tone in his voice, then she lifted her chin defiantly. "I am more than able to take care of myself Herebrand, though I appreciate the concern." He had to admire her. She reminded him of the warrior women of his own land and he grinned despite himself. Here she was, a young woman of noble blood, not spoiled or pampered, but fiery, carrying within her the heart of a fighter.
He held out his arm to her, equal to equal. After a moment she clasped arms with him, then smiled at him in return. Herebrand clapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Come, let us seek out those of our comrades that yet can fight and we shall finish what we came here to do. I am still bound to you lady, by my oath and I would not have it said that I am forsworn. Nay, sooner would I die!"
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