The Bloodiest Rose of All

Chapter 8

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The two young men looked in awe at the dwelling. "We were under the impression that no one lived in so remote an area." The blonde one observed.

"Obviously," Snow replied hotly. "You had the wrong impression."

When they reached the door the black haired man opened it and Snow was carried inside the dwelling. Harold was still sleeping in the chair and Sid and George had not yet returned. The stomping and general hubbub was enough to wake him however and he sat up in alarm. His eyes flitted from the men to Snow White and her tear stained face.

"What happened?" he roared. "What have ye done to 'er?!"

The men stepped back and Snow White quickly told Harold what happened. "So you see, they saved me, its alright."

"It is not alright! You could have been killed!" Harold took Snow White from the arms of the other man and sat her into Sid's armchair by the fire. Then he strode over to the bed and pulled off some blankets, draping them over her.

"You have to get warm. Then I'll have a look at that ankle."

"Oh let my friend, Alfred do that. He practices medicine and knows a great deal of herb lore."

She nodded and then sniffed. "Oh Harold, you are letting the stew burn again. Stir it quick because its inedible."

Harold grabbed the lid off the pot and gave a few quick stirs. "Don't worry about it lass...a nice smoky flavor never hurt anyone."

Snow shook her head and smiled.

Harold looked up at Snow's rescuers and smiled. "I suppose I should be thankin' you boys for savin' her but if ya hadn't been poking around in the ground in the first place all this wouldn't have happened."

"We agree with you sir and give our most heartfelt apologies. We will stop digging around this area immediately."

"What are your names and what place do you call home?" Harold asked.

"We are from the next kingdom over. My name is Damon and my compatriot and most loyal of friends is called Alfred." This was all spoken by the black haired boy.

"Well then, I'm honored I'm sure...will you sit with us for supper?"

Snow looked horrified. "You are going to serve guest burnt stew? Harold!"

"Its not burnt just well done and it will taste good with some of your bread."

"Thank goodness I got the baking done yesterday or we wouldn't have anything to eat."

Harold was about to say something else when Sid and George came into the room and quickly shut the door against the howling wind.

"There's going to be a storm tonight." George said. When he turned and saw their guest he asked what was the matter and everything was explained to him.

He looked at Snow and shook his head, "My dear, we must find a way to help you stop getting into impossible situations."

Snow white smiled and nodded, "Yes lucky me, I don't think my life will ever be uninteresting if it keeps going the way it has."