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Post by caetrin on Mar 26, 2009 22:48:58 GMT -5
The morning was quiet, and the sky was dark, as the Saxon’s Princess road through the lands, traveling with the daughter of King Arthur. Caetrin’s body was slumped over the mount’s shoulder, head bobbing with each step, one arm wrapped around the Princess’s body. The wound she had received from the ‘fabled woman knight,’ Marina, was starting to show through the layers of the bandage that her men had wrapped around the stab wound, before grabbing the girl. The horse slid to a slow trot, throwing his head up in the air, nickering loudly, as they came into view of the camp. A few seconds later, Caetrin found herself sliding off the horse, rolling down on the ground, and just laid there, unconscious. The Saxon guards rushed over to their Princess, working together to lift her and bring her into the camp, while the others took the horse and girl.
About four hours later, Caetrin rolled over on the fur pile, groaning in pain. ”Where, where am I?” She asked, opening only one eye, glancing around the underground room. The Saxon camp has been built into a cave, well, the living quarters and storage areas had been, while the others were outside. She could a newly wrapped strip of cloth on her thigh, acting as her bandage, bringing back all of the memories. She had drifted unconscious riding back home, and they must’ve of found her, that had to be it. Caetrin glanced up at one of the maidens as she reached over, draining a cup of water. ”M’lady, you fell of your horse, and we found you, and the girl.” Caetrin narrowed her eyes, sitting up in the bed made of piles of furs, at least they still had the girl. ”Very well, leave.”
Caetrin watched as the maiden scurried out of her sleeping quarters. She would deal with Kendall later, but at this point, she was in not a mood to deal with her younger sister. Kendall must’ve told one of Arthur diplomats of their plans to kidnap Helena, there had been too many guards, and even worse; Guinevere was standing outside of the door that led to Helena. Caetrin would deal with her younger sister first, and then allow Cynric to do as he pleased with the betrayer of a sister. It wasn’t that Caetrin would care if Kendall was killed, she was always the one getting attention from Cerdic, Caetrin had always been put on hold by her father. Standing up, the girl limped over to a clothing pile, and shimmied out of her own, wrapping her self up in a Roman dress that Cynric had raided off a passing caravan.
Glancing up, she slipped some knives into the hidden pockets, as somebody tapped on the stone wall. Caetrin sighed, folding her arms against her chest, ”Come in.” She said, her voice laced with irritation.
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Post by resina on Apr 7, 2009 20:59:46 GMT -5
Roxana stood stiffly outside Caetrin's chamber door, her body riddled with anxiety and nervousness. One of the guards of the palace had asked her to assist Caetrin in her rise to health, suggesting Caetrin would be more comfortable around a female nurse than a male one. Coming from a foreign land, Roxana had knowledge of such ointments and medicines that the Saxons did not - however these plants and remedies were not widely available throughout Britain. Timidly, Roxana rapped her knuckles against the hard oak wood door.
”Come in.”
Taking a deep breath, Roxana pushed open the door to Caetrin's chambers she stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure of how to act. A soft breeze blew from a high window of the chamber, gently waving her long dark locks around her face and ruffling the long white skirt of her corset style dress. Roxana had spent very little time around Caetrin, but from what she had seen; Roxana did not consider her to be the kindest of ladies. Roxana curtsied slightly with the bowing of her head, a sign of respect and obedience to the Princess. She raised her head and cleared her throat as she spoke to her Highness. "It was requested that I help cleanse your wounds Princess." She said, her eyes lingering over the stab wound in her shoulder. "I understand if you wish to be alone, but the wound can become fatal without medicinal help." Roxana bowed her head again and down casted her eyes, not wishing to seem too rude. Elfrelius had taught her as much as he knew on etiquette among royals.
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Post by caetrin on Apr 9, 2009 13:52:42 GMT -5
Caetrin exhaled softly as a young lady came into her chambers; Roxana. She had known Roxana every since she had been captured by the Saxon’s. They weren’t best friends, but they weren’t enemies. Godric, Lius, and Leofwine were likes peas in a pod; they had the main Saxon Army ranks, and some royalty. Caetrin had grown used to her ‘family’ members, mainly consisting of her brothers and sister, the boys, and Roxana. Elfrelius was like her little brother, so she had to accept Roxana. Caetrin wasn’t the nicest of the Saxon family, and everyone around her knew that; probably one of the reasons why Roxana never spent all that much time with her.
Caetrin turned her back to Roxana, tossing the knives onto the table absentmindedly, yet still managing to listen to her. Lifting her head, Caetrin furrowed her brow; who had sent her? It didn’t exactly matter though, because Roxana did have a point, if her wound had became infected, there would be one less Saxon princess. Both the stab wounds in her shoulder, and leg were throbbing now, causing Caetrin to limp over to the stone table, and taking a seat. ” Very well.” Caetrin motioned for Roxana to come over. She seemed timid, she wasn’t afraid of Caetrin? Even if she was, Caetrin was not in a mood to chew someone out, which would happen later. ” Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to do anything to you. You haven’t done anything to me.” Caetrin said with a slight smile, before slipping a piece of the rye bread that had been placed on the table, into her mouth.
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Post by resina on Apr 13, 2009 8:33:32 GMT -5
Roxana felt her shoulders sag in relief when she saw that the Princess was not extremely angry. Though i would be, with a wound like that, thought Roxana as she once again eyed the blood encrusted stab wound. Seeing her motion, Roxana entered into the chamber and softly closed the door behind her.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to do anything to you. You haven’t done anything to me.”
Well this much was true. Roxana had often done as much as she could to please the Saxon people. As a foreigner, she was often met with distrust and discrimination. Also, to earn her stay with the Saxon community and to remain with Elfrelius, it would not be wise to offend the royals. Roxana had made sure she never did that.
Smiling calmly now, Roxana walked with confidence across the room to Caetrin, who calmly ate rye bread. She began to move away the fabric of Caetrin's clothing from the wound. "If you don't mind me asking," Roxana began, But how did you get this?" Tenativley, Roxana used a small wet cloth to wipe away the crusted blood. "I'm just curious though." She said quickly, hoping that the princess did not think she was snooping.
Concentrating in her work, Roxana had successfully removed all the dried blood and now a small trail of fresh blood was leaking from the wound. Still concentrating, Roxana held the wound together with one hand to stench the bleeding which would stop soon. She then began to apply some herbs and ointments to prevent infection. "I hope that won't sting." She said in a friendly tone to Caetrin. Roxana placed a small damp cloth over the wound as to allow the ointments to sink into the broken flesh.
The next step of the procedure would be to stitch the wound together to encourage recovery. Roxana removed a needle that she kept in the hem of her skirt and placed a thick string through it. She waved it mischeviously. "May I?" She respectfully waited for permission.
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Post by caetrin on Apr 18, 2009 22:49:30 GMT -5
Caetrin glanced up at Roxana, as the Spanish flame began to remove the blood, encrusted fabric from around her wounds. She could tell that she wasn’t trying to snoop, she was just simply curious. ” Marina managed to get to me, whenever we were retrieving Helena.” Marina had injured her, and Caetrin had returned the favor: they were equal now. Caetrin knew that they would each other on the battle field once more; it was a moment she had been looking forward to. She could actually show the pitiful, Briton’s, how weak their fabled lady knight was.
The Saxon Princess tore a piece of the bread off, and slipped it into her mouth, as Roxana wiped the blood away with a wet linen. Caetrin bit into her lip, as a stinging sensation began to affect her wounds, from all of the herbs and ointments Roxana had applied. ” I’ve had worse than a mere sting.” It felt as if her back was being pricked by 1000 needles. Caetrin brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face, as she took another bite of the bread, all the while watching Roxana ready a needle.
Was she going to sew her up? Oh boy, that would be interesting. Caetrin forced herself to the swallow the bread, shaking her head up and down, ” Go ahead” Caetrin said, her eye brow quirked. No matter how many times Caetrin had, had to be sewn up, she always hated the actual needle and thread part. It was painful, and seemed to take up a lot useful time. But this time, Caetrin knew, deep down, that she needed to be stitched up, or her wounds would get infected.
Caetrin diverted her attention away from Roxana, as one of her maid brought in a jug of ale, and some more bread. Nodding her thanks, Caetrin waved the young woman out of her quarters, allowing Roxana to work without being disturbed. ” Have you seen Kendall around lately? I mean, since we left for Hadrian?” Caetrin was curious about her sister, and what all she had been doing while she was gone.
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