#TuesdayTidbit #TheLadyAndTheMinstrel Oh, Rob, I don’t know what to do. Please wake up and tell me what to do!” She knew he would not. He could not even hear her plea. She had helped nurse her grandfather in his last illness, but Odo had sent her away for the worst of her grandfather’s delirium. It had begun just like this, with glassy-eyed stares, and muttered words she could not comprehend, and feverish thrashings that had required Odo’s strength to hold him still while the wife of one of his men-at-arms had pulled Marguerite protesting from the room. The next time she had seen her grandfather his cheeks were white instead of red, his eyes closed peacefully, and his chest grown still. She dropped the cloth on the bed beside Robert and sank to her knees, clutching at his burning hand.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 03:59:42 +0000
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