[Primrose Bolger]

Ginger and the stricken man

‘My stars!’ thought Ginger, setting her tray down at a nearby table. ‘What’s wrong with that poor man?’

The Innkeeper had asked her to go about with a pitcher of ale and refresh the mugs of those sitting at the tables. Just as she’d finished pouring a round for Gil and his companions, she noted the dark haired man at the next table looking rather ill. His eyes looked unfocused, his face blanched, and of a sudden, he gasped aloud and toppled from his chair.

‘Need some help here!’ she called running quickly to where he lay crumpled on the floor.’ She laid his hand on his chest to see if he were still breathing, and let out her own breath when she found he was.

‘Someone bring me a cold wet cloth!’ she yelled.