The Lady

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Helena Zeegers

I ached in every fibre of my body. I was cold and wet. And my mouth tasted of mud, foul water and blood. When I tried to move a dozen of wounds gave me a painful reminder of their existence, and a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me. I groaned. Without question – I should be dead. I was not dead. Yet. But by the feel of my body I was dying. Memory flooded into my brain and I once again remembered what happened. I had to get help or I wouldn’t survive. By now I was too exhausted, weak and hurt too much to panic. I knew there was no hope. I opened my eyes and squinted into the –Oh! Too bright! –light of the over-cast day. It made my vision swim. Thru the grass that pillowed my head I saw a sight that filled me with hope. A rider. A noblewoman on top a slim mare. “Help me…” I croaked. Had I known then what I know now when I’m writing this, I would have closed my eyes and died peacefully (albeit painfully) out there in the marshlands. Looking back, looking back that surely would have been the preferable choice. But back then; I couldn’t imagine anything worse than dying. Now I know there is…

Published More than a year ago

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