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The Tattooed Woman Volume 2 - Chapter 6:
Cassie sat in the bed and wept in abject misery and shame. She had watched, helpless as a woman trying to protect her had been murdered right in front of her. It was true the woman was a Dark Elf, and that she had bought her as a slave, but she'd never treated her as such. She'd had to work and work hard enough at that, but she was well used to it and had watched as Narissa worked just as hard.
And the woman had been strangely friendly for all she was a Dark Elf, always cracking a joke or teasing, teaching her how to swear in the Dark Elven language, and how to use a knife of all things. She'd had a room of her own for the first time, ever, and at meals, Narissa sat at the same table as her workers and ate the same food, nobody went hungry.
And now she was dead.
A cool hand stroked her brow and Cassie started, realising that one side of her head had been shaved and ached abominably. Her vision swam, dizziness made her stomach churn, and she leaned over the side of the bed to vomit into the bucket held before her as a soft voice spoke, "There, there, the nausea will pass in time girl, and fear not, your pretty hair will grow back soon enough."
Cassie looked up from the bucket and used the soft cloth she was given to wipe away the drool and bile from her lips. She expected to see the strange blonde woman from the inn, the one with the sinister blue eyes but the person before her was different. She still had fair hair and her eyes were just as blue, but she looked... younger. She smiled and poured liquid from a long-necked jug upon the bedside table into a goblet and held it out to her, "Here, drink this, it is a little watered wine, the taste is not unpleasant, and it is not strong enough to addle your wits."
The young serving girl sipped the drink, it cooled her throat and settled her nerves and she found herself asking, "Who are you?"
The girl smiled, "I am Ellén, daughter of Fair Shalidar, Dragon of the South, and you are Cassie," she gave the girl an impish grin, "sometimes called 'Little Cassie', but in truth you are not fond of the nickname, though I think it sweet."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, magick of course."
"W-what happened to me? My head hurts."
"You were cruelly struck, in truth, it was near enough a mortal blow, and would have left you maimed and... crippled, but I have healed you."
Cassie touched her head gingerly before looking back at the woman, "Why?"
Ellén smiled, "Why what Cassie? Why did I heal you, or why were you taken?"
"Yes."
The woman laughed, "Oh, I like you, human, you're brave. It is not my place to tell you, but I always despised it when my mother was all mysterious and answered my questions with such a reply, so I will try to explain as best I can. But first, are you hungry? You have been asleep for some time, and I wondered if my healing might... drain you, I suppose?"
Cassie was about to shake her head, but her stomach rumbled noisily, causing the woman to laugh again, "I think I have my answer. I told you the nausea would pass quickly. Let me fetch you something to eat first and then I will try to address at least some of your questions."
"Am I a prisoner?"
The woman had risen from the bed to go but paused and turned back to the girl, "Hmm, an interesting question, I should say you probably are, for the moment anyway. But it would please me if I could instead consider and treat you as a guest, for you are still unwell," she smiled mischievously, "and dungeons are such dreary places I'm told."
"You said you were the daughter of... Shalidar? Is that the woman who took me? The one who murdered my friend?"
Ellén's smile faded, and she sighed, "I'm sorry about your friend Cassie, truly. I do not think it was to my mother's design that she was killed, but you have the right of it, for she was the one who took you, and thus must ultimately bear the responsibility for the deed."
Cassie stared at the woman coldly for a long moment and when she spoke her voice quivered with defiance, "I'm young, and a nobody, but I don't turn my back on my friends, or those who tried to help me. So, you best put me to your dungeon Miss. For I am your prisoner and not your guest, and if I ever get the chance, I will cut her throat for what she did."
The woman stared into the young girl's eyes for a long moment and shook her head sadly, "It's fair I suppose, but in the interim or until you see evidence to the contrary will you perchance accept that I had no part of it?"
Reluctantly Cassie nodded.
"Then please be
my
guest, for now, at least until you are well, then we can talk again of dungeons and throat cutting. If it makes you feel better and more like a reluctant prisoner, I will place a guard upon the door to bar any escape, for in your weakened condition you would only harm yourself in making such an attempt, and in truth, we have some very large... ah,
cats
here, that would make quick work of a small mouse such as you."
"I'll make no promises of good behaviour that I can't keep Miss."
The woman chuckled, "I was right Cassie, you truly are a brave girl. Let me fetch you something to eat, and we can mayhap talk a little more if you are not too fatigued by my presence."