Chapter 96: Hope

Lena

The strength left my legs just outside the stranger's cottage before I could get my words out. He was chopping wood, sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy forearms. Before I fully collapsed, he dropped the axe and caught me. Strong, work-roughened hands grasped my shoulders, keeping me upright.

"Steady now," he rumbled. His voice was gravel but gentle. Up close, I saw kindness crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Let's get you inside."

He lifted me easily, one arm supporting my back, the other behind my knees. My head lolled against his bearded cheek. Exhaustion dragged at my limbs. I hadn't the strength to cling to him.

He carried me inside where it was dim and cool. The smell of stew simmered from a pot hung over the fire. He laid me on a straw mattress in the corner, atop a quilt with stitches worn soft from many washings. I sank gratefully into its comfort. My eyes fell shut, too heavy to keep open.

I drifted in and out. Sometimes the cottage was silent except for the fire's cr