Meat broth. Hunter cradled her in one arm and held a steaming cup to her lips. Loretta filled her mouth. Her throat refused to work. She rested her head against her captor's shoulder, then with great concentration managed to swallow. The broth hit her belly, resting there like a lead ball.
"No more. Sick, I'm going to be sick."
"One more," he urged. "Then you will sleep."
Loretta tried to focus. The rim of the cup pressed against her lips. She took another mouthful of broth and forced herself to swallow it. Then she felt herself floating down onto the furs. Strong hands moved her about and covered her with a heavy robe. Strong hands, gentle hands.
"Home…you will take me?"
"
, yes, bright one. I will take you."
Loretta drifted. He would take her. It was only a dream, after all. She could trust his promises in dreams.
"No more. Sick, I'm going to be sick."
"One more," he urged. "Then you will sleep."
Loretta tried to focus. The rim of the cup pressed against her lips. She took another mouthful of broth and forced herself to swallow it. Then she felt herself floating down onto the furs. Strong hands moved her about and covered her with a heavy robe. Strong hands, gentle hands.
"Home…you will take me?"
"
, yes, bright one. I will take you."
Loretta drifted. He would take her. It was only a dream, after all. She could trust his promises in dreams.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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