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“He seems stable now. He’s very cold, his wounds feel almost frozen, it must have been a wendigo attack” said Violette as she verbalised what they were all thinking.
If the claw marks along his arms, chest and back had not been enough to tell them this then the frozen edged wounds would have done. This was characteristic of a wendigo wound as the frozen poison entered the body, seeking to create the blistering pain of frostbite if the victim managed to get away. Mathilde touched the scar on her cheek and felt the chill which still sat in the scar tissue making it difficult for her ever to get warm.
“How did he survive?” asked Violette.
Mathilde shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know. Very few people survive a wendigo attack when they are on their own. He must have had others with him who helped him to escape or who killed the wendigo while he ran. I wonder where they could be, whether they saved him at the expense of their own lives. Who brought him here?”
“No-one. I spoke to the lookout when he was being brought in. He saw something near one of the buildings that looked like a person and sent two of the Protectors out to get him. They thought he was dead until they got him to the gates and realised he was still breathing.”
Mathilde shook her head again, this time in a brief flash of annoyance. What a reckless thing to do, to send two Protectors out into unprotected land in the middle of the night to retrieve a supposedly dead body. It reminded her of just how much work needed doing before the Bucharest Protectorate were ready to go on any reconnaissance missions to find out more about General Zhu.
“He’s kind of beautiful in a strange way, don’t you think?”said Violette as she wiped the dirt from the man’s face.
Mathilde looked at him a little longer before answering. “I suppose so. I mean he isn’t too bad” Mathilde shrugged. Men and affairs of the heart weren’t something which she had ever had much time for or talent with. Too busy saving the world and trying not to get her head literally ripped off to bother with the dating and dreaming that she had seen some of the other girls she had grown up with going through.
“Huh! He’s a wimp, and an anaemic one at that. I don’t trust anyone that pale,” said Seb.
“Thanks. Where did you pop up from?”said Mathilde. Seb looked at her and widened his eyes before blushing.
“I just thought you might need my help. Anyway I mean men who are pale, not you, you are great, I mean you are ok, I trust you, you look just fine, he... you...” Seb began to get flustered in his belated backtracking.
Mathilde glared at him for a second longer before breaking into a smile.
“Chill Seb, I was joking,” she said, feeling a little guilty at the bright red which had spread over his face. He really was getting far too easy to wind up nowadays.
“Humf,” said Seb as he started to look more annoyed than embarrassed. “Well I am sure you two can handle this. I’m going to get some sleep. Call me if you need me” he said as he stood up to move to his sleeping pad which was now about fifteen feet away from the newly placed bed.
Mathilde and Violette shared a smile, though it annoyed Mathilde to see that there was a brief “I told you so” flash in Violette’s eyes.
Chapter Nine
Mathilde awoke to the sounds of people hard at work around her. Before she even opened her eyes she heard the mutterings of the elderly Florin and Flavius arguing over their game of chess and the noise of the settlement children laughing at a puppet show. As she forced her eyes open she realised that she had slept into the late morning and everyone but her was up and about.
Glancing over to the place where she had left Violette and the mystery man, Mathilde felt a sharp bolt of horror as she realised that they were no longer there. The bed had also disappeared. Had he died in the night? He had seemed to be struggling just before Seb took
“He seems stable now. He’s very cold, his wounds feel almost frozen, it must have been a wendigo attack” said Violette as she verbalised what they were all thinking.
If the claw marks along his arms, chest and back had not been enough to tell them this then the frozen edged wounds would have done. This was characteristic of a wendigo wound as the frozen poison entered the body, seeking to create the blistering pain of frostbite if the victim managed to get away. Mathilde touched the scar on her cheek and felt the chill which still sat in the scar tissue making it difficult for her ever to get warm.
“How did he survive?” asked Violette.
Mathilde shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know. Very few people survive a wendigo attack when they are on their own. He must have had others with him who helped him to escape or who killed the wendigo while he ran. I wonder where they could be, whether they saved him at the expense of their own lives. Who brought him here?”
“No-one. I spoke to the lookout when he was being brought in. He saw something near one of the buildings that looked like a person and sent two of the Protectors out to get him. They thought he was dead until they got him to the gates and realised he was still breathing.”
Mathilde shook her head again, this time in a brief flash of annoyance. What a reckless thing to do, to send two Protectors out into unprotected land in the middle of the night to retrieve a supposedly dead body. It reminded her of just how much work needed doing before the Bucharest Protectorate were ready to go on any reconnaissance missions to find out more about General Zhu.
“He’s kind of beautiful in a strange way, don’t you think?”said Violette as she wiped the dirt from the man’s face.
Mathilde looked at him a little longer before answering. “I suppose so. I mean he isn’t too bad” Mathilde shrugged. Men and affairs of the heart weren’t something which she had ever had much time for or talent with. Too busy saving the world and trying not to get her head literally ripped off to bother with the dating and dreaming that she had seen some of the other girls she had grown up with going through.
“Huh! He’s a wimp, and an anaemic one at that. I don’t trust anyone that pale,” said Seb.
“Thanks. Where did you pop up from?”said Mathilde. Seb looked at her and widened his eyes before blushing.
“I just thought you might need my help. Anyway I mean men who are pale, not you, you are great, I mean you are ok, I trust you, you look just fine, he... you...” Seb began to get flustered in his belated backtracking.
Mathilde glared at him for a second longer before breaking into a smile.
“Chill Seb, I was joking,” she said, feeling a little guilty at the bright red which had spread over his face. He really was getting far too easy to wind up nowadays.
“Humf,” said Seb as he started to look more annoyed than embarrassed. “Well I am sure you two can handle this. I’m going to get some sleep. Call me if you need me” he said as he stood up to move to his sleeping pad which was now about fifteen feet away from the newly placed bed.
Mathilde and Violette shared a smile, though it annoyed Mathilde to see that there was a brief “I told you so” flash in Violette’s eyes.
Chapter Nine
Mathilde awoke to the sounds of people hard at work around her. Before she even opened her eyes she heard the mutterings of the elderly Florin and Flavius arguing over their game of chess and the noise of the settlement children laughing at a puppet show. As she forced her eyes open she realised that she had slept into the late morning and everyone but her was up and about.
Glancing over to the place where she had left Violette and the mystery man, Mathilde felt a sharp bolt of horror as she realised that they were no longer there. The bed had also disappeared. Had he died in the night? He had seemed to be struggling just before Seb took
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