A fire crackled in the fireplace of the common room when Humphrey entered. Barker was going through the bags of food and looked up when he heard the dark knight approach. “How be the young queen?” he asked.
Humphrey sat down on a bench near the fire and stretched out his long legs toward the flames. “Worn out and no doubt confused by all that has transpired recently,” he said. “But she is strong and will adjust. She will have to.”
“Aye,” Barker agreed, then went back to the bags of food. He placed a half loaf of bread on the table, along with a haunch of smoked venison obtained from the soldier’s camp. They also found a bag of turnips and several skins of ale at the camp. Barker began to cut slices of the venison and added a turnip and a hunk of bread for each of them, making up four small piles of food on the table.
Bruce entered from the stable area, removed his cloak and went to stand before the fire. “I’ll have me a pull at yer ale skin, Master Barker, if ye nae mind,” he said.
“Aye, lad, help yerself,” Barker said as he handed the skin over to him.
Humphrey got up and went to inform Isabelle that the meal was ready. He knocked lightly on the door before he opened it and when he looked inside, saw her asleep in the former king’s bed. He entered the room and added another log to the fire and made sure Isabelle was completely covered up in the bed. As he stared down at her sleeping form, Humphrey recalled it was only two nights ago that he awakened the young princess from her slumber and they had started this journey. Now he saw before him a young queen who was running for her life and attempting to save not only herself, but her entire country. Humphrey hoped they were both strong enough to be successful in their quest.
To be continued…
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