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"Don't be scared, Cwennie."The murmured words had become his mantra to ease her. The simplicity of Ryheric always seemed to calm the Rohirric girl who had lost everything. The others called her Narlindwen now, the Maiden of Tales. He knew he had nothing to offer her. He was a dubious foreigner and Cwenawynn came from a good house of Rohan. Still, he would protect her for as long as he could.
Seregrían and the Riders Four have returned to Harwick, and rest one more day before departing for Cliving and their ongoing errantry. As they gather for a shared meal at the Harwick tavern, they are joined by Caeorwulf, who has bitter news to relate. At the will of Lord Harding, he shall rejoin the errand-riders and ride north to Wildermore as planned.
When winter spread to the Bree-lands once more, the window which Diane stared out was shuttered closed. She was hidden from the world, and the world hidden from her. The only warmth came from weak candlelight, or a hearth too far from the bed.
Diane was put on strict bed-rest after her collapse. The doctor could not find a source of her illness, save but deeming it an infection of her lungs. She was not to overexert herself as the doctor did his best to find treatment.