90 ~ Mara

Mara woke to a feather-light touch on her forehead.

Her eyelids fluttered open to see a woman with fiery red hair smiling down at her. “I was beginning to fear we’d lose you there. How do you feel?”

Mara knit her brows together and considered her dry mouth, aching head, and lack of any memory following Anala’s being brought shipside. “I’d be feeling terrible. Who’re ye? Where’d me sister be? Does she live? What happened? Why does me head hurt so?”

The woman laughed gently. “Easy, girl. One at a time. I’m Ghia. I’m a healer and friend of your sister’s. Anala is in the upper ward – she’s alive and will be for quite some time. As for you,” Ghia continued, smiling and shaking her head in wonderment, “you are a hero, young lady. Your uncle tells me it was you who rang the bell to warn Harbourtown of the attack, and that’s why you’ve been in a coma for two days.”

Mara frowned, unable to remember. “Attack? We’d’a been attacked? Who would attack…oh,” she finished, as the memories came to the surface. “Tha’ makes a mite o sense. Where’d me uncle be?” she said, suddenly consumed with a need to see Merry.

Ghia moved away and Uncle Merry’s bushy countenance filled Mara’s view. “Merry!” she said as he enveloped her in a hug.

“Mara, me girl! The Hero o’ Harbourtown!” he growled affectionately, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She shook her head. “Anala’d be the Hero o Harbourtown, Uncle.”

“Not right now – ye’d be the one who saved the town from total destruction. The Eorl’s only been awake an hour or so and she’d already be saying ye’re ta receive a medal o’ honour – just as yer sister ‘as.” He smiled at her and his eyes twinkled.

Mara smiled back at him as she rested on her bed. “A medal’d be nice, but all I’d be wanting is Anala ta be okay.”

“And that’s what she’d be, me girl,” Merry said.

Suddenly very tired, Mara closed her eyes. “Good then,” she said happily, and then let sleep take her.

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