“I understand and I look forward to meeting Willow one day,” Runa said. “I’ll secure your wound with a thicker and tighter bandage. Hopefully, it will make your ride easier.”

Snow had nothing to gather, the few possessions she had having been strapped to the horse she had ridden when she had left her sister’s home. Yet, strangely enough, she felt as if she was leaving something behind.

Nettle led her down the stairs, Runa following behind her.

“You do well?” James asked anxiously? “Tarass told me how he happened upon you, rescued you from your dreadful fall, and brought you directly here to be looked after until he could contact me.”

“Aye, I wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for him. I am most grateful to him,” Snow said and she truly was, even though he could prove maddening at times. But that mattered little, since she’d probably never see him again. “I am doing well, James.”

“Is this so, Runa?” Tarass asked.

Snow wasn’t surprised he asked his healer to confirm it and she was quite sure Runa would speak the truth to him and even more sure of his response.

“With her wound tearing open and the bump on her head, I advised Snow that it would be wiser she remain here at least one more day,” Runa said.

“That settles it then, Snow will remain here until Runa claims her fit to travel,” Tarass commanded.

Snow had been right about his response and she was prepared for it. “That’s not your decision to make.”

“I’m sure James would agree with me, right James,” Tarass said, turning to him.

“It’s not James’s decision either, it’s mine,” Snow said and before Tarass could say more she continued, “James, I think it would be wise to take me to Willow. Not that Runa hasn’t been a great help, but I’d prefer my sister to tend me.”

“Are you sure you can ride? Willow’s home is close but the snow-covered ground makes the journey a bit more difficult,” James said.

“I could send men to bring Willow here to you,” Tarass said, annoyed she was not only being foolish but stubborn as well.

“That won’t be necessary,” Snow said.

“You’re being pigheaded,” Tarass snapped.

“That right is reserved for you and you alone,” she said with a smile.

“Snow!” James scolded. “Lord Tarass only considers what is best for you.”

“I am capable of considering what is best for me and it is best you take me to Willow.”

“Does she ever listen to reason, James?” Tarass asked, his tongue sharp.

“Far too often,” Snow said and reached out her hand. “Lord Tarass.”