Most of the maids and staff in the mansion could use everything they could as pillows for the soldiers as they were laid on the floor of the rooms. Edmund was no different; Ariadne laid him next to a soldier in a similar condition, unconscious and with blood dripping, but unlike Edmund, the soldier was bleeding from his arm.

  As she got up, Eliza came right next to the duchess, her hand closed to her chest with a concerned expression.

  ‘So much blood.’ She came down to her knees next to Edmund.

  ‘Alon said if it weren’t for him, these brave soldiers would be dead, but I think his state is my fault.’ Ariadne clenched her fists.

  ‘How?’ Eliza strips him of clothes, trying to find wounds on his body.

  ‘I ordered him to help with the slave magic; Alya, help her.’ She looked away while his clothes were being stripped off.

  ‘As your wish.’ Alya got to the other side, got to her knees, and helped Eliza.

  ‘I don’t understand, but I will do my best to heal him and everyone here.’ Eliza looked at the duchess.

  ‘I trust you, Eliza; I’m just going to be on the way here; stay and help Alya; I’m going to my room to change.’ Ariadne walked out of the room.

  Eliza noticed the belt around his thigh, but it was loosened. She pulled off his pants with the help of Alya. The wound was not big or anything, but it passed straight through his thigh. Blood was still dripping from it. Eliza put her hands on both sides of the wound, asking Alya to help her, and again, the glow came from her hands. With no time, the wound closed, leaving behind a circular scar.

  ‘I can’t believe it; it just healed.’ Alya looked at Eliza with her mouth open.

  Every time I do this, I can’t believe it too, but this is all possible because of him. Can you please take care of him? I need to see the others.’ Eliza stood up and sat next to the Shafran next to Edmund.

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  Alya returned him to his original position; she saw a bucket with water and a towel, asked a maid to give it to her, and using a sheet to cover his private parts, she took his clothes off and cleaned him from top to bottom.

  The two rooms now had maids running back and forth with new sheets and buckets of water; after some time, other people in white clothes came running from the mansion's front door and entered the room.

  Ariadne changed her clothes and was surprised when a Chatzi female barged through the front doors. She screamed a name and looked around until she saw the duchess looking at her surprisedly.

  ‘I’m sorry, duchess; I’m looking for my husband; I’m sorry.’ Ruth looked down, bowing to her.

  ‘No problem; I was just surprised. Who is your husband?.’ Ariadne smiled at her.

  ‘His name is Ethan; people are coming here. I just ran faster.’ She was still in the same position.

  ‘Walk with me. What is your name?’ The duchess continued to walk toward the rooms where the soldiers were.

  ‘My name is Ruth Aaron, and my husband is Ethan, a corporal.’ She followed behind the duchess.

  ‘No, be by my side.’ Ariadne looked behind at the woman.

  ‘Oh, I’m sorry, your highness.’ She hurried to her side.

  ‘Did he work in a carpenter shop?’ The duchess opened her fan.

  ‘Yes, he said he did; there was a woman there too, Leah.’ She spoke her name with anger in her tone.

  Ariane was surprised by her tone change when Leah’s name was mentioned, but she hid her chuckle with her fan. Ethan was in the corridor talking with Alon; he was dirty because of the dry blood on his skin and clothes. When Ruth saw his face, she ran and jumped on the corporal, hugging him.

  ‘Wow, Ruth?’ He held her face, looking at her teary eyes.

  ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt? I knew it; you can’t go again; stay with me.’ She tightened her hug and put her face on his chest.

  ‘Calm down, I’m alright, just calm down.’ He looked at Alon.

  The captain nodded at him, turned around, and saw the duchess standing there, looking at the two hugging, using her fan to cool herself. As he approached, she looked at him thoughtfully.

  ‘How can we prevent something like this from happening again? I want solutions, Captain.’ She passed him and entered the room Edmund was in.

  He saluted her and took a deep breath, turning around and looking through the window. When he saw people walking toward the mansion, Alon approached the front door, which opened when an old A-Dam male pushed it open.

  ‘What are you people doing here?’ Alon walked forward and closed the door behind him.

  ‘I’m Caleb’s father; I want to see my son; my wife wants it too.’ The older man grabbed a gray-haired Chatzi female hand.

  Everyone approached the door and saw Alon standing in front of it. They stopped and waited for him to say something as he scanned the people with his eyes.

  ‘Look, people, the soldiers are being treated by Eliza and the apprentices of the doctor; right now, you would only be in their way; come back tomorrow, and I will put in place where one at a time you can visit them, ok?’ Alon raised his voice.

  They looked at him disappointed, but as they looked at one another, they all turned around and started to walk away from the mansion door.

  ‘What are the guys at the gates doing? I need Rita right now.’ He sighed as he looked at the blue sky.

  ‘You need me for what?’ Rita opened the front door.

  ‘I don’t know; I just like to be with you; it calms me down.’ He turned around and hugged her.