Cynebur raised from the table, she casted glance to the empty chair of commander and cringed in pain that has holding on her for last few days. Heva the healer made fresh salves, changing bandages from wounds that after four weeks still didnt close. Stench was deathly, smelling of rotten meat whenever healer would remove bandages and try to clean festering meat. Four lines of ripped mead from wargs jaw left little of her under elbow arm's meat. She knew the days are numbered as fingers showed no response to her will.
- "I am sorry to say, but.. if this does not go better we will have to ..cut the arm above the wound, hlaefdige." - said Heva as cutting out a strip of foul meat. After she would put maggots to clean the wound for a time.
Cynebur watched maggots crawling over her opened wound, fattening up before her eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
- "I wish i died there that day." - whispers out to the empty room.
Then took a flask with mixture made by Heva to relive her of the pain and make sleepy.
Soon she drifted off to sleep full of nightmares.
