She woke again with a cry, her hand throbbing and stabbing with pain.  Darkness, relieved by flickering firelight and candles, was all around.  One of the candles came nearer.  She felt gentle hands, and heard a soothing kind voice.   She was lifted up and a cup held to her lips.   Greedily she swallowed the warm milk,   not   noticing   the   sweet, thick taste of pain-easing herbs.   Almost before she was laid down again onto the soft pillow, she was asleep.



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