Chapter 10

Dark Ages, 1457. How do I look at you? The following week was the hardest, I’ve learned one more of his traits, stubbornness! The wound on his rib cage got infected, and I had to deal with his excessive-high fever, the wounds were still healing and barely closed, but nothing, and no one could hold him in bed. Every time he felt pain and had to rest a flood of cursing would follow, and a very grumpy man would come out of his shell. On day ten, I had enough. He didn’t listen to me and...