I shout in my usual unmanneristic and gruff way.

"Brian needs help!" I add to in a softer tone after I realize how I had said my first sentence.

My men who are able jump to their feet and do what they can assist me to a table where we lay Brian.

"Get the healer!" I bark to a man near the door. He ducks out of the room and runs to where Flannery is sleeping.

Brian is getting worse. He is starting to shake and I can see the look of death in his eyes. He is fearful and he knows his end is near.

Katlyne grabs his hand and begins speaking to him. He calms down as he begins to focus on her eyes and soft voice.

Flannery runs into the room and pushes the men aside.

"Get me water and bandages!" she shouts. "His wound is deep. He has almost bled out. We have got to get him to stop bleeding."

The young man starts to shake profusely.
"I don't want to die" he mutters.

"Look at me sweetheart, everything is going to be fine!" Katlyne says as she squeezes his hand harder.

"Where.......is...... my......mother." he whispers as his eyes roll back into his head. His body becomes still and his breathe leaves him.

The room grows quiet. Flannery whipes the sweat from her brow and Katylne lays Brian's hand upon his chest. I gently close his eyes.

"Gods speed your journey under the waves my friend." I say. as I slowly back away.

Brian was just a boy and his death was unecessary I think to myself. I wish I could mourn him proper, but so many others will pass his way today and I must see to my men.

I place my hands on Flannery and Katlyne's shoulders.

"May the gods help us all this day!" I whisper to them as I return to the battlefield.