I run to the healing tent. Dumrul Alp had come in the morning, telling me it was all right to visit my kardeş. I push past the curtains and run up to the bed. "Yusuf'm'" I say, stroking his hair gently, "Who did this to you my baby brother."
I hear a cough. "Abla, there are other Alps in the tent. Don't embarrass me." I laugh. "You're already feeling better enough to put your cool act back on, huh." We talk for a few more minutes. He tells me about the trap Osman Bey set, and how successful it was. Just then I hear someone entering the tent. It was the Hatun healer.
She takes me to the side. "Yusuf Alp's wound is probably going to get infected," I gasp, "however, you can stop it. Just go to the Shafi Plains. You will find a purple herb. Bring that to save your brother." I run out of the tent with a basket. I hop on my horse, Karim, and gallop towards the plains.
When I get there I see hundreds of different weeds. How am I gonna find a small purple one? I start to make my way towards the middle of the field. I see dandelions and poppies. I catch a glimpse of something purple. Alhamdullilah, I found it. I take out my hançer and cut it. I place it into the basket, and am about to gallop back to the camp on Karim.
An arrow barely misses my head. I duck and make a grab for my hançer. I slide off of my at and grab his saddle. I duck under him for protection, but no more arrows come. Balgay's other commander, Çerkutay, walks out of the bushes with about two dozen askerler. I know I am not gonna make it, so I slap Karim, hoping he could bring the medicine for Yusuf. "Tell them Zeynep is in trouble, Karim, hadi git!"
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Historical FictionThis Hatun has no connections with any of the Bey's family. Her Baba and Abi continue to effortlessly fight under the name of Kayi with no recognition. She supports everything the Bey decides, even when it lead to her Agabey's death. When she gets i...