FIFTEEN
Whatever food she brought him? The oats were all she had left, and what was it he'd asked for? Honey? If the army had left the hives, they would be sleeping under the snow – there would be no honey. But there might be some in the store rooms, if the army had missed one.
"Stay here. I'll see what there is," she said, dashing for the door.
It wasn't until she was halfway down the stairs that Ursula realised the man had no choice but to remain. Unless he was lying about his injury...
But she'd seen his body on the stairs. It would have taken a miracle to make a man survive that. A miracle he'd probably earned.
May God forgive her for trying to kill him.
Would he forgive her?
Perhaps if she found some honey, and food enough to see them through the week, it would help.
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