Crow stepped off to the side with Hazel as the other thieves headed back into the valley with Penelope. He watched them for a moment until they were out of earshot before turning to the herbalist curiously. “What did you want to say?” he asked.
“First of all,” Hazel punched him in the arm. “That’s for bringing one of them into the camp,” she snarled. “What’s gotten into you, huh? The last time I saw you, you never would have trusted a knight, and now I hear you’ve been working with one? I don’t know if I like this change in you, snake.”
“What’s the problem with it?” Crow glared at her, rubbing his arm where she had hit him. “Penelope is the only reason we’re all still alive right now. If she hadn’t come to warn us about those patrols, you and I would probably both be dead. Why can’t you just accept the fact that this particular knight isn’t like the rest?”
“Because they’re all the same,” Hazel spat. “I don’t know what she thinks she’s going to gain from helping you, but I do know that she’s only looking out for herself. It’s just how they are.”
“That’s not true,” he retorted. “If you would just talk to her for ten minutes, you’d see—”
“I am not going to talk to a noble,” she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“You sound just like them,” Crow crossed his arms. “You know that’s how they think of us, right? They think we’re all the same, because we’re peasants and criminals. Why are they wrong about us, but you can’t be wrong about them?”
“It’s not the same,” Hazel muttered and then narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you defending this noblewoman so fiercely anyway? I know you’ve seen the worst side of them, just like I have. Why are you giving this one special treatment?”
“I knew her before,” he answered vaguely. “Trust me. She’s not like the other knights. Not even close.” He shook his head. “The help she’s offering us is genuine, and I’m not going to waste the opportunity to accept it.”
“Wait a minute,” Hazel’s eyes widened. “You knew her before?”
Crow shifted uneasily, not liking the look in her eyes. “Yes, why?”
“Mother told me,” she went on slowly. “Almost two years ago, when I went to visit her… She said you had been there.”
Crow paled, realizing where she was going with this, “W-wait. It’s not—”
“She said you had been waiting for a woman; someone you had grown smitten with but who never showed up.”
“Darling, please. I didn’t—”
“And earlier, you said there was someone in your life you were in love with.”
“Hazel—”
“Oh my gods,” the herbalist’s eyes grew even rounder. “She’s the woman, isn’t she? The one from back then. She’s the one you were talking about earlier too.” When he didn’t respond, she inhaled sharply. “Oh my gods, Crow! A knight? Are you out of your mind?”
Crow flinched as she began to raise her voice and glanced towards the valley to see if anyone else had heard her. “Please be quiet,” he hissed, turning back to her pleadingly. “The others are right past the hillside. They’re going to hear you.”
“I can’t believe this!” Hazel went on, ignoring his request. “Of all the women you could possibly fall for, it had to be a knight? No. No way. I’m going to put a stop to this madness. I’m telling your friends about this. I’m sure they’ll knock some sense into you.” She turned to walk away, and he stared after her in horror. The others couldn’t find out—not yet, anyway. They would never understand.
Before he had a chance to think, Crow caught Hazel by the arm and pulled her back, pinning her against himself so she couldn’t get away. She opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly covered it with his free hand. “I’m sorry, love, but I can’t let you do that,” he said quietly. He winced as he felt her drive her heel into his foot, but refused to let go. “Damn it, Hazel,” he snapped. “For once in your life, just listen to me!” Taking a calming breath, he went on softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. I just panicked.” He shook his head. “If you promise you won’t run and tell the others—and you’ll hear me out—I’ll let you go. Deal?”
Hazel hesitated for a long moment before giving a wordless nod.
“Thank you,” he slackened his grip on her arm and took a step back. However, in the next instant, he froze in surprise as the herbalist whirled around and slapped him hard across the cheek.
“That was for manhandling me,” she snarled, smoothing down her dress.
“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t threatened me like that,” he muttered defensively, rubbing the side of his face.
“I only threatened you because it sounds like you’ve gone insane,” she huffed. “Anyway, you’d better have a good explanation for all of this, snake, because otherwise I’m not going to keep my mouth shut.”
“I do,” he sighed. Falling silent, he took a moment to steel himself before he went on to tell the herbalist about what had happened between him and Penelope, beginning with their trip together in Younis and ending with their plans to be together after the war. Of course, he didn’t share every detail with her, but he tried to include anything he felt was important for her to understand. When he finished, they both stood without speaking for a moment.
“Well?” he asked tentatively.
Hazel shook her head, running her fingers through her hair, “I don’t know. It’s hard to believe she’s willing to do so much for you.”
“It’s like I said,” he shrugged. “She’s not like other nobles.”
“If everything she said is true.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, “Do you still believe she’s lying?”
“She’s a noble, Crow,” Hazel sighed. “I believe they all lie. However,” she held up a finger as he opened his mouth to protest. “For your sake, I’ll give her a chance. As long as she doesn’t do anything to hurt you, I won’t say anything to your friends. Okay?”
Crow stared at her for a moment, visibly relaxing as he realized he had gotten through to her after all. “Thanks,” he said appreciatively.
“Whatever,” Hazel dug in her bag and tossed him another jar. “Anyway, here’s your medicine for tonight. It’s the same one as last time.”
He caught the container with a nod, downing the liquid inside before returning the empty vessel to her to refill. “We should head back to the others,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the valley.
“Need to get back to your noble lover?” Hazel asked with an edge of bitter sarcasm.
“You’re never going to leave me alone about this, are you?” he rolled his eyes, leading the way as they headed down the hillside.
“Not a chance, knight-seducer.”
“I thought so.”
When they reached the camp, Crow looked around and saw Penelope sitting by the fire with the other thieves. Walking up from behind her, he moved to sit down at her side and smiled, “How are you doing, love? I hope these criminals aren’t giving you too much trouble.” Glancing up at the others for a moment, he made sure they were all busy with their own conversations before leaning a little closer to the knight and going on in a luring tone, “You know… if you’re not too tired yet, I have something I’d like to show you later. It will require a bit of walking, but I think you’ll find that it’s worth the effort.” He grinned at her eagerly. “What do you say?”
“First of all,” Hazel punched him in the arm. “That’s for bringing one of them into the camp,” she snarled. “What’s gotten into you, huh? The last time I saw you, you never would have trusted a knight, and now I hear you’ve been working with one? I don’t know if I like this change in you, snake.”
“What’s the problem with it?” Crow glared at her, rubbing his arm where she had hit him. “Penelope is the only reason we’re all still alive right now. If she hadn’t come to warn us about those patrols, you and I would probably both be dead. Why can’t you just accept the fact that this particular knight isn’t like the rest?”
“Because they’re all the same,” Hazel spat. “I don’t know what she thinks she’s going to gain from helping you, but I do know that she’s only looking out for herself. It’s just how they are.”
“That’s not true,” he retorted. “If you would just talk to her for ten minutes, you’d see—”
“I am not going to talk to a noble,” she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“You sound just like them,” Crow crossed his arms. “You know that’s how they think of us, right? They think we’re all the same, because we’re peasants and criminals. Why are they wrong about us, but you can’t be wrong about them?”
“It’s not the same,” Hazel muttered and then narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you defending this noblewoman so fiercely anyway? I know you’ve seen the worst side of them, just like I have. Why are you giving this one special treatment?”
“I knew her before,” he answered vaguely. “Trust me. She’s not like the other knights. Not even close.” He shook his head. “The help she’s offering us is genuine, and I’m not going to waste the opportunity to accept it.”
“Wait a minute,” Hazel’s eyes widened. “You knew her before?”
Crow shifted uneasily, not liking the look in her eyes. “Yes, why?”
“Mother told me,” she went on slowly. “Almost two years ago, when I went to visit her… She said you had been there.”
Crow paled, realizing where she was going with this, “W-wait. It’s not—”
“She said you had been waiting for a woman; someone you had grown smitten with but who never showed up.”
“Darling, please. I didn’t—”
“And earlier, you said there was someone in your life you were in love with.”
“Hazel—”
“Oh my gods,” the herbalist’s eyes grew even rounder. “She’s the woman, isn’t she? The one from back then. She’s the one you were talking about earlier too.” When he didn’t respond, she inhaled sharply. “Oh my gods, Crow! A knight? Are you out of your mind?”
Crow flinched as she began to raise her voice and glanced towards the valley to see if anyone else had heard her. “Please be quiet,” he hissed, turning back to her pleadingly. “The others are right past the hillside. They’re going to hear you.”
“I can’t believe this!” Hazel went on, ignoring his request. “Of all the women you could possibly fall for, it had to be a knight? No. No way. I’m going to put a stop to this madness. I’m telling your friends about this. I’m sure they’ll knock some sense into you.” She turned to walk away, and he stared after her in horror. The others couldn’t find out—not yet, anyway. They would never understand.
Before he had a chance to think, Crow caught Hazel by the arm and pulled her back, pinning her against himself so she couldn’t get away. She opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly covered it with his free hand. “I’m sorry, love, but I can’t let you do that,” he said quietly. He winced as he felt her drive her heel into his foot, but refused to let go. “Damn it, Hazel,” he snapped. “For once in your life, just listen to me!” Taking a calming breath, he went on softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. I just panicked.” He shook his head. “If you promise you won’t run and tell the others—and you’ll hear me out—I’ll let you go. Deal?”
Hazel hesitated for a long moment before giving a wordless nod.
“Thank you,” he slackened his grip on her arm and took a step back. However, in the next instant, he froze in surprise as the herbalist whirled around and slapped him hard across the cheek.
“That was for manhandling me,” she snarled, smoothing down her dress.
“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t threatened me like that,” he muttered defensively, rubbing the side of his face.
“I only threatened you because it sounds like you’ve gone insane,” she huffed. “Anyway, you’d better have a good explanation for all of this, snake, because otherwise I’m not going to keep my mouth shut.”
“I do,” he sighed. Falling silent, he took a moment to steel himself before he went on to tell the herbalist about what had happened between him and Penelope, beginning with their trip together in Younis and ending with their plans to be together after the war. Of course, he didn’t share every detail with her, but he tried to include anything he felt was important for her to understand. When he finished, they both stood without speaking for a moment.
“Well?” he asked tentatively.
Hazel shook her head, running her fingers through her hair, “I don’t know. It’s hard to believe she’s willing to do so much for you.”
“It’s like I said,” he shrugged. “She’s not like other nobles.”
“If everything she said is true.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, “Do you still believe she’s lying?”
“She’s a noble, Crow,” Hazel sighed. “I believe they all lie. However,” she held up a finger as he opened his mouth to protest. “For your sake, I’ll give her a chance. As long as she doesn’t do anything to hurt you, I won’t say anything to your friends. Okay?”
Crow stared at her for a moment, visibly relaxing as he realized he had gotten through to her after all. “Thanks,” he said appreciatively.
“Whatever,” Hazel dug in her bag and tossed him another jar. “Anyway, here’s your medicine for tonight. It’s the same one as last time.”
He caught the container with a nod, downing the liquid inside before returning the empty vessel to her to refill. “We should head back to the others,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the valley.
“Need to get back to your noble lover?” Hazel asked with an edge of bitter sarcasm.
“You’re never going to leave me alone about this, are you?” he rolled his eyes, leading the way as they headed down the hillside.
“Not a chance, knight-seducer.”
“I thought so.”
When they reached the camp, Crow looked around and saw Penelope sitting by the fire with the other thieves. Walking up from behind her, he moved to sit down at her side and smiled, “How are you doing, love? I hope these criminals aren’t giving you too much trouble.” Glancing up at the others for a moment, he made sure they were all busy with their own conversations before leaning a little closer to the knight and going on in a luring tone, “You know… if you’re not too tired yet, I have something I’d like to show you later. It will require a bit of walking, but I think you’ll find that it’s worth the effort.” He grinned at her eagerly. “What do you say?”