Chapter 97: A Lot To Get Used To
One day was enough rest for Arthur. He hated maids having to bring him meals. He also hated that the healers checked on him around the clock.
Why should he be forced to feel weak when his hand was sealed and he was no longer bleeding? It was time to get back on his feet.
After realizing his daughter wouldn’t return, Arthur took his last meal for the day and went to sleep. The ale Gunnar brought him along with the herbs provided by a mage were a potent concoction in allowing him to forget the world for a while.
However, a knight who was accustomed to only a few hours of sleep here and there went to sleep easily but woke up just as easily.
It was still the middle of the night when he left the room and looked down the hallway. There was no one around to fuss over him and he decided he would go back to his barrack.
The room was unbelievably cold and he started a small fire inside with hard wood that would hopefully maintain it for a while.
He was finally able to change into clothing that wasn’t covered in blood and didn’t have the right arm torn to shreds. After removing it, he left it on a pile of linens, giving the maids a silent message that said ’Do with this shirt as you please’ because he had no use for a shirt stained in blood and lacking a right sleeve.
For the first time in a while, he didn’t get into traveling clothing, but clothing that would be more suited for practice. He thought it was about time he got to swing a sword once again.
It pained him to switch the side of his belt that his sheath was attached to. Where he normally wore it, the belt was worn and it would be obvious to anyone who observed him even slightly what he was having to do—the adaptability of a knight never ceased.