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Old 02-17-2004, 05:08 AM   #266
Rimbaud
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****In a dark and hidden place of Gondor ****


"How dare you? I was needed."

"It was not safe and you were not there to share in the decision, Master Innkeeper."

The invalid snorted, but weakly, then had to catch his breath.

"And my safety is always of such paramount importance," he whispered fiercely, spitting out the last two words.

"Stop, the fever has made you angry. You must rest, Rimbaud."

"You don't understand," he managed, through cracked lips. "We caused a delay only, a disturbance in the turn of events. The Princess and I... Where is she?"

"Safe."

"Always this word with you, Healer," the voice was fading into darkness again now, but still the eyes glimmered and the hooded woman could not prevent a shiver. She tucked the odd white star-shaped stone back inside his ruined tunic and sighed.

She leant closer. He was still trying. "I must..." The fever snatched him away again, and she sat up, unthinkingly smoothing her hands on her cloak.

The fever should break tonight and maybe in the morning he would be lucid. She felt the purpling bruise above her eye. Maybe.

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