Sir Rifkin and his injuries.

With the castle safe again, for now, Lady Amelia headed straight to the keep to find out how Sir Rifkin was. The brave knight had quite possibly saved her life back at the parley. He deserved to be rewarded not grievously wounded. She would be distraught if anything was to happen to him. She couldn’t afford to lose the wise knight at the same time her Father was also injured. She prayed for both their lives as she ran as quickly as she could to the main hall. Her brothers armour rattling loudly as she went.

Her prays were at least answered in part when Amelia made it to the hall and could hear Sir Rifkin shouting at the healers to be allowed back out to defend the castle.

“Get away from me with your accused leaches. I’ve been drained of enough blood as it is,” the knight bellowed.

On hearing and seeing Lady Amelia approaching, Sir Rifkin’s only thoughts were of the safety of the castle. “My lady! What of the battle? Tell me please, it chafes me so to sit here when the castle needs me,” he said glaring at the medicine men about him.

Lady Amelia didn’t stop until she reached the knight and wrapped him in her arms with a hug. The knight whining at the pain but accepting none the less.

“Oh, My Lord! I’m so sorry,” Amelia apologised at the pain she had caused. “The castle is safe for now but what of you? You saved my life back there. I prayed you were not seriously hurt.”

“A lucky escape My Lady. I’m not as quick as I once was and took a sword I would have once parried easily. I am blessed the edge ran along the bones of my chest and not through them or I would not be alive now.”

Lady Amelia stepped back to look at the thick bandages that covered Sir Rifkin’s upper body. A faint tinge of red already seeping through from beneath despite the tightness he had been bound by the healers.

As Lady Amelia told Sir Rifkin what had happened within the armies outside the gates, Jacinta herself led a small group through a postern gate on the side of the castle away from the defenders in search of her lady’s sword. Moving through the bodies at the foot of the walls, the men dispatched the attackers still living with cuts to the neck and daggers through the heart.

After a long search with one eye trained on the invader’s lines, Jacinta found the weapon she was searching for. The sword, once given to Amelia’s departed brother, had been **** into the body of two enemies by the weight of falling corpses. She called two men closest to her to help retrieve the weapon. The sword coming free slick with blood and viscera.

Having found what she came for, Jacinta helped the others with their grisly work before returning through the side gate then came from.