Another day or two and I should be able to move around.
The pain from my rump has lessened considerably. Now it is just somewhat itchy and dry, for all that I keep it well-moisturised. It is healing nicely, though, and no longer gives me trouble when I raise my legs. The same can be said of the mark on my torso. Now all I need is a good stout stick to use as a crutch until my bones mend.
I am very much looking forward to being able to go outdoors again. Davick is insistant that the curtains stay closed, lending the house a dark and dreary atmosphere. It is stifling and reminds me so much of the times that my fathers wife would lock me in the bedroom for days on end until she either remembered I was there or I had completed the work she had set for me.
I feel trapped here like this; suffocated and caged. I suppose that even when I can hobble about it will do me no good. Davick tells me that I should not go far, that I need to remain hidden here until he says otherwise. A part of me thinks that he is delighting in my isolation; he has professed many times that he misses the days when he was the only one that I could turn to. The current situation is giving him ample opportunity to relive it, in a way. The rest of me is aware that he is simply trying to protect me.
I told him about the hawk. I do not know all that much about birds, but when I asked him if it was unusual he paused just a little too long to be truly convincing before saying that it was not. At the same time, he told me that he would be remaining in and around the house a lot more over the next week or so. I cannot believe for an instant that he enjoys my company enough to stay for an extended period of time, which leads me to one conclusion; he is standing guard. Against what, I do not know for he will not tell me. It is paranoia, he says, but I do not believe it.
Perhaps I am simply being paranoid myself. The haunting cry of that hawk calls to me even in my dreams now. I see it; a hazy flying shape, screaming out in my mind as Siward stands before me. I am helpless against him. He is too big, too strong and I cannot flee him fast enough. No matter how I run, he is just behind me until finally he catches me, grips me by the throat and smiles. He holds me aloft over a bottomless chasm, my feet dangling over empty air whilst overhead the bird circles, mocking me with its shriek.
