DAY 9, Morning
They had arrived in the village too late in the evening to hope for any food from the one inn, but the mayor's wife had saved some roast and bread from her own table for them. The inn itself had only reserved two rooms, one for Gisela, and one for her guards. She begrudgingly gave up her single-bed corner room to Gun and shared the double quarters with Cheri.
Once she started up the stairs to her room, she tuned out everything else. The mayor said he would get Gun to his bed, and she had faith that Cheri would do just fine on her own. She dropped on the first bed she reached, boots and all, and fell right to sleep.
And woke at first light with a jolt. She had so much work to do before they left! Unloading the supplies, loading new supplies (mostly local plants and seeds), housecalls, thanking the mayor profusely for his help... Hopefully, Gun and Cheri would not be any trouble and they could be back on the road by lunchtime.
She clambered off the bed and realized the state of her clothes was unacceptable. Not only wrinkled from travel and sleeping in them, but still stained with Gun's blood.
Someone had brought her luggage to the room, but after a moment of searching she saw that she had not packed a spare uniform. Civilian clothes would have to do. She slung them over her arm and hurried across the hall to the inn's public bath.
Once she started up the stairs to her room, she tuned out everything else. The mayor said he would get Gun to his bed, and she had faith that Cheri would do just fine on her own. She dropped on the first bed she reached, boots and all, and fell right to sleep.
And woke at first light with a jolt. She had so much work to do before they left! Unloading the supplies, loading new supplies (mostly local plants and seeds), housecalls, thanking the mayor profusely for his help... Hopefully, Gun and Cheri would not be any trouble and they could be back on the road by lunchtime.
She clambered off the bed and realized the state of her clothes was unacceptable. Not only wrinkled from travel and sleeping in them, but still stained with Gun's blood.
Someone had brought her luggage to the room, but after a moment of searching she saw that she had not packed a spare uniform. Civilian clothes would have to do. She slung them over her arm and hurried across the hall to the inn's public bath.