Donald saw a heavy set man with a red face and imagined he must be the woman's father.  Why else would he look so upset.  Before he could speculate any further, he was corralled into helping to take the strangers' horses to the stables.  He found himself leading the woman's spirited horse.  He  imagined that the two must be quite the pair.<br/><br/>After he had rubbed down the horse and see that it was fed some oats after its long journey, he walked tiredly back to the barracks to lay down on his pallet.  The morning sun was up now, and breakfast was being served.  Boiled oatmeal most likely.  Still, he did not care to eat after staying up all night on watch.  He moved toward the barracks and saw that the group in the courtyard had mostly disbursed.  He imagined that the strangers were already being fed their breakfasts, but he couldn't care less.  All he could think about was a solid six or seven hours of sleep.<br/><br/>Molly, the cook's helper, passed him along the way and pressed some bread and cheese into his hands.  "Take these back to bed with you me lad.  We would'na wish to see you starve."  She was a pleasant enough middle aged woman with a large bosom and curly brown hair.  He thanked her and accepted the gifts without further comment.  Taking his newly found breakfast with him, he proceeded toward the barracks.