Lyons places his arm around the lad, "I don't mind. You have lost your family, home and are hurt. It's been a sad affair and you my grieve. I promised your father I would give you home and see you continue your training and education. The priest will rebuild and there is nothing here for you. The matter is settled and you my share my steed. You are to hold on to our feast in the basket." Lyons cradles him in his large arms..carries him with little effort and sets him up in the saddle. Once the boy is set he grabs the reins and places his left foot into a metal stirup and swings his other leg the horse with a grunt. The priest gives a blessing to them both and with a sift kick he is in a full gallop in the direction of the camp. He is off the main road and after two-three hours is in his camp. He sees his officers around his tent and a guard takes the reins. "This is Lord Dustin get him to the mages and see he is given meal. He will remain in my quarters. We leave at dawn in the morrow." The man is dressed in cloth with the tabbard of his Lord over his tunic. He helps the young Lord down and leads him to a tent where mages are tending to the wounded.<br/><br/>A middle-aged  female in a dark blue cloak greets him with a flask of water. "Come Sir and sit on this cot. Let go your hand." She takes a soft cloth and dips it into clean water from a basin. The mage looks at his face. "You hurts more inside." She washes his face and look at him with concern. "I am going to make you sleep very deeply and you won't feel a thing. Please lie down on the cot and think of the most beautiful person you wished to give your manhood to." She laughs heartily as she places her hand on his head and her other hand on chest in moments he is in the throws of the fantasy of his life.<br/><br/>When he awakes he is in a cot covered in a warm blanket, he is dressed in a flannel nightshirt and leggings. His wrist is stitched, bandaged and in a small splint.His fingers are free to wiggle. It is barely daylight as the camp is a flurry of moment, voices of men shouting orders, eating, and hitching up horses and wagon. Lyons is dressed out of armor. He is rolling up maps and packing up his belonging into leather cases. On the table,in the middle of the tent, is a bowl or fruit and sweet breads.