To Understand

"Glynd what do you think happened to the boy?" I ask my dazing friend

"I don't know, maybe a wild animal." He responds dryly

"I don't think it was a wild animal," I tell him "He seemed fine except for his stomach wound and beat up look." I point the details to him

"Maybe you right." He responds in the same tone again

"Glyndwall you alright?" I shake him

"I'm alright I just..."

"Boys do you mind coming in here" My mother shouts to us. We both get up from our sting position to enter the tent. The tent is spacious except for the mat with the boy in the corner. Herb jars, cloth, and a cutting tool are displayed on a clean rag next to the boy.

"You both did well to bring me to the boy, he will be fine." My mother said to us as she wiped blood from her hand with a rag. Kneeling next to the boy she feeds him a small tablet.

"Sigmund...Glyndwall there is something that needs explaining…" My mother said as she faced us "But first you mustn't tell anybody of this boy's mishap, I know you both are mature enough to understand."

"What do you mean mom," I say

"Do you remember what happened two days ago, this concerns them, I can't tell you about them at this moment but… you will learn of them when we get to Eintritt town." She said sternly looking at us "Until then Sigmund Glynd, do not mention this to nobody, If you do... this could mean death to us. Do you understand!" She continued fiercely