Josephine smiled a little and darted off faster than she had ever run. This was not the time to be slow. The sun had risen over the treetops of the forest by the time she had returned home, and she came in through the back door instead of climbing back into her room. Taking the bucket they used for water, she gathered bandages, cloths, a needle and some thread that had been used when Sir William had been injured earlier that year. She brought a flask of water for Raoul to drink, then another to wash out his wound with. She was lucky enough to slip out without trouble. 'Hang in there, just a bit longer Raoul.'