The Worlds of Katherine Kurtz

Just stirring up the pot a little, Laurna?   

(Well done!)

I have to give it a stirring at least once a week or it might curdle and go bad.  LOL

Having proven that he was hale, herdsman Remy was given the duty of feeding and brushing down the soldier’s horses; most of whom were tied in a string between the trees just off the side of the road. It was easy enough duty for the young herder who knew more than a bit about cows, sheep, and horses. Caring for these fine animals, mainly, got him out from under the watchful eyes of the king's men: this group of men who had come to rescued the first rescue group who had entered into  the ruins. Someone had even healed the wounds that he had received from that hateful Droghera Guard Hamish. Well, he remembered giving as good as he got. It had been a fair fight, and he, Remy, would have won it too, if not for that Banshi woman who came out of nowhere and blasted him unconscious. He recalled laying there angrily on the cold stone in pain for a long while, Hamish beside him, but out of arm's reach. Then he must have slept, for when he awoke the anger was gone and so to was his pain. He no longer felt the need to stop Hamish and was not quite sure where that desire to impede the search for that lost knight of the realm had come from or gone to. With his head clear and his wounds mended, he and the Droghera guard were escorted out of the ruins and given a cot in this makeshift camp along the side of the road.

Remy was a curious fellow. He was never quite content with his lot in life to run his father’s farm and the milking of cows that fed off the land. He wanted more. These king's men were city folk, all dressed in their fine dandy clothes and strutting around camp like they owned everyone. At least that was the one noble who appeared to be in charge. Remy had instant hate for that man. On this new day, it seemed other nobles had joined their camp. The red-headed one was more noble than them all and he had taken charge. Remy had no idea who he was, not that it mattered, all them king’s men could be cursed in his mind. He, in secret, was a queen’s man. The Queen of Meara was his ruler. That was his deep secret, known only to but a few. Happy to keep his secret close to his chest, he freely went about his business, feeding the horses, picking out their feet, and brushing them down. He did respect the animals, if not the men who rode them. Which in all, meant he did a good job. No one watched him closely, this left him free to move about like an unseen servant and to walk about the camp doing what he pleased, so long as it looked like he was working. He may have been unseen by everyone around him, but he saw everything that was going on. He was intrigued by what seemed like some sort of power play between the nobles, and too, there was that blond-haired squire sitting with that priest who was not a boy at all. That much he could tell.

Oh boy! When he gets back to Droghera, he will have a good report to make to his rebel leader.

Yes, do take care of that cold.  I had pneumonia in late September into early October, and yea verily is it made of great suck!

A new Puppy that is wonderful. Welcome a new member to your family.

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