“No, no Rowan!” Elduine held up his hands. “It’s ok, look around. It’s over...it’s over.”
The queen stood and looked around her. As the men saw the queen among them, a mighty cheer rose.
“They cheer because you fought with them, and we won,” General Tarik walked slowly toward Rowan. “I, however, have a dozen more grey hairs.”
Rowan, shaking like a leaf but still able to smile, headed back to the palace with the generals. Moaning and cries began to distract her from her journey, and she began to notice the wounded.
As she stopped to help one man stand, she asked, “How can we help them.”
General Tarik kindly replied, “Healers will come out and collect the wounded.”
“Can I help?”
An Exhausted Tarik exhaled, “yes, but I want you looked over by a healer first.”
Elduine nodded, “I’ll see to it.”