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Old 07-21-2006, 01:24 PM   #125
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Hama

The General thought quickly. Leoflic was right this fire was too much for them to put out but they might be able to control it until help arrived. Only one thing made him hesitate - they had a body (though dead or alive was as yet uncertain) and he was uncertain whether shooting a man in the back could be claimed as self-defence even in the light of the fire-raising. Cordelia's sharp shooting might have just bought her a lot of touble. But there was no help for it - the fire had made subtle progress impossible.

"Thomas, ride to Underharrow, it is less than a mile now to the north though you will have to cross the river - there is a ford a little further on - but you are local so I guess you will know the way. Tell them of the fire but as little of the circumstances as possible - do you understand? " He looked meaningfully at the young man.

"Cordelia - get the horses away from the flames through the gap... Elfride must tend the man and the rest of us must fight the fire". He sighed for he would wish to interrogate the man himself but his strength was needed as was Leoflic's.

"Mayonette, go help Elfride and ask Leoflic to rejoin us here!" he ordered, and seeing her protest, thinking he thought her too weak for the task in hand.... "it is not because you are not doing a good job here but that man surely knows where Sandrina is ... you may be able to persuade him to tell us.. and your friend, Elfride deserves some protection does she not.. he may have enough strength to do her harm" and that is another task it feels strange to delegate - even though her new puppy is in devoted attendance he thought wryly...


Elfride

"I am fine" , she said smiling grimly but not turning away from the man at whose side she knelt. "I don't think there is anything you can do here - I am not sure there is anything I can do here...but I will try - if you want to be useful - there is a celan shirt in my nearside saddlebag - give it me and then see what Hama wants - unless you have experience of treating arrow wounds". It was not her area of expertise. She debated with herself as to whether she should attempt to draw forth the dart or if it would hasten death - Hama might know she thought. The man's breathing was laboured but she suspected that the arrow was of the kind used for hunting and the head might well remain in the body even if she removed the shaft.

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