The items weren’t the warriors they were far too small, her eyes moved as she noticed the blood stains which were on the green halter top.  The warrior woman looked at her for a moment. “Your son said that you would be happy to wash some clothes.” She breathed in deeply. “Is that blood?” The warrior woman raised an eyebrow. “Yes…” She slowly took the clothes from her hands. “I’ll have them washed for you they should be dry by tomorrow evening. I’ll have my daughter bring them up to your room.” She watched the warrior woman nodded then turned away. She breathed in deeply as she spoke. “These clothes aren’t yours are they?” The imposing woman turned meeting her gaze. “No they’re my friends, why?”

Alcina looked at the clothing. “I just thought I’d ask I mean there a little small for you.” She watched as the woman breathed in deeply as she turned walking back in to the taverns main room. She watched as she disappeared through the opposite door, which led to the many different rooms they had for guests. She eyed the green top again watching as her daughter came in from the other room her eyes catching sight of the bloody item of clothing. She looked at her for a long moment feeling fear in the pit of her stomach as she spoke. “You don’t think?” Cassandra looked at her mother as she bushed her brown hair out of her eyes. “Apostolos would never let anyone in to this town who’s bleeding, he’d lock them up.” Alcina looked at the halter top again. “Your right he wouldn’t.” Cassandra folded her arms. “I heard that the woman wearing those clothes was sick, father said she could barely keep her head up, maybe that’s from a nose bleed or something.” Alcina sighed aloud. “You’re probably right I hope the woman your father saw feels better in morning.”

End of part 3

 ECHOES FROM THE INNER SOUL

Bastiaan slowly opened his eyes, he felt terrible he could hardly remember anything from the night before his head had just started to swim less than half an hour after being put in to the cold lonely cell. He could remember people speaking faintly in the distance as well as the noise of animals. All of which vanished as his body had finally given in and he’d passed out. He remembered the vivid colours that had made it impossible to see, he put both hands on his face groaning every muscle in his body ached and he had a splitting headache. He looked up feeling the straw under his body he slowly lifted himself up in to a sitting position. He narrowed his gaze watching as everything slowly came back in to focus.