"My lord, my lord, wake up," Sir Gilander called as he gently shook the aging Marquis. "What happened to him?" he asked as he turned to face Confessor Eleanor and Jocelynn. "Why did he shout about demons in the keep?"
"I don't know," Eleanor said slowly through dried, chapped lips as she pulled Jocelynn close to her. The young lady had fainted dead away from the pain of her wounds, and though Eleanor carried smelling salts to help with a young lady's fainting spells, she had no intention of rousing Jocelynn just to answer this knight's questions.
Right now, both Lady Jocelynn and Lord Bors clearly needed rest, healing, and strong protection. As far as she was concerned, investigations into what happened could wait until her lady was safely back in her chambers with more guards to protect her. She needed rest herself, but she refused to relax until she'd seen to Jocelynn's safety.
