Gertrude

"I don't want a fight. I just want to know what you're doing." She didn't seem to comprehend. She got completely up, and seemed very weak. apparently I hit her a lot harder than I thought She reminded me of a drunk soldier, the way she staggered about trying to hit me with her dagger.
"Come now, you're much too week. I could easily take you down. Come, give me the weapon."
We circled one another a little, while I shot questions at her. After a while it had become quite humorous, "Vi Ver yu Spyin on Loord Deenlee uzin da teenkel vood?" I said with an accent matching my name. The girl grinned and dropped her weapon. Her knees began to buckle, I caught her just in time.
"Who is Lard Deeny? What is you--ooo what a pretty flower."
"Come, let's get Thelma to find us something to stitch that wound before you lose anymore blood."
Practically throwing the girl into the carriage where Thelma and I slept I said, "time to wake up, I need your help."
"Wha--? who is this?"
"She was spying on us."
"So you beat her up?" Thelma started backing away.
"No, stupid. I hit her with a pine cone. Give me something to stitch her up with."
"That must have been some pine cone. Does Bruce know?"
I chuckled a little, "it's his fault we're in this mess."
"what did he do?"
"You don't want to know. Come on, just help me before she passes out. If she goes to sleep she may not wake up."
Thelma's eyes got wide, and I could see a little compassion in them. She held up the girl's head while I stitched it. "Hey, honey, it will be ok. Stay with me here. what is your name?"
"Have you ever seen a unicorn? I want a unicorn. Gosh, you're pretty."
I just rolled my eyes. Thelma was getting concerned, her eyes started to glisten as if she truly cared about this girl. "Oh, why did you have to hit her so hard?"
"I was trained to hunt rabbits, how was I supposed to know it was lethal to humans?"