That day of turmoil finally settled down with the dusk of despair and uneasiness in the air. Taking refuge in the short hills around, the caravan settled a camp.
The chieftain had already passed out from the excessive bleeding and was taken into a tent for treatment. Gerald still had his wounds and scars not treated. He couldn't bring himself to do that.
He had never seen such bloodshed in all his life. In his every mission, he was careful to not lose anyone's blood, even if it was his enemy.
But today, everything changed. His whole perspective was changed, and now he wondered what was the price of life really.
How he threw himself to save the stranger whom he would never meet again in his whole life baffled him. He could have run away with Theodora.
Wasn't that his plan all along? Find a good opportunity and break away from the caravan to run away never to look back.
