Foolish men

His motion startled movement from her, and she was suddenly awake and fussing over him. Out of her bed faster then he would have thought possible. In fact, he was surprised at the ease in which she herded him to a cot of his own with the efficiency of a mother hen. He didn’t move quickly, but he did move. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess” he tried to apologise as he was herded.

When he reached the cot, he had to stop and ease himself up slowly, wincing as he did so. “I had a run in with a bore. I need to head back out there and--ahh” He paused as he settled on the cot in a sitting position. “-get my sword.”


"Mercury"