He did not know how long she had been out there but he knew she needed to be taken back inside, quickly. All thought of his mother's actions vanished from his mind and guilt flooded his heart__how had he not noticed his wife accompanying him out here? How could he leave her neglected?
Bounding quickly across the field, he made his way to her. As soon as he reached her, he shot the servants a displeased look, blaming them for not doing their jobs. Without a word, he pulled a fur cloak out of Jesting's hands and draped it over her shoulders. His cold hands took hers attempting to warm her frozen fingers.
"What were you thinking?" he asked her.
Through chattering teeth, Sigrid replied, "That you need me."
Roland lowered his head and kissed her hands. "Forgive me my love, I have been blinded by anger. I should have noticed you sooner."
"Its not too late." she whispered through a hoarse voice and coughed two times. Exhaustion swept through her bones and she closed her eyes.
