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Cleo was badly injured! You could see that the sword went through her hand, and I could not tell if the king was alive or dead. I panicked.
“Master York!” I cried out, as loud as I could. I heard footsteps, and then Master York appeared. He looked around, and without a word, picked up Cleo and the king.
“Wait! Do not take them to the healer! The men said she was spying for them, she is a traitor!”I exclaimed.
“I have suspected such for a long time,” He responded in a grave voice, setting them down. I watched as Master York tore down the nearest tapestry, cut it in to strips with his sword, and wrap them around Cleo’s hand.
“I will put herbs on it later,” He said. He then moved over to the king. He pressed his thumb against his hand, feeling for a heartbeat. He looked at me.
“May he rest in peace,” Master York said.
I stared at the kings’ dead body, in shock. The king is dead. The castle has fallen.