Trustful: Day 13

Word Count: 78,003

Summary of Events:

Rosemarie was getting rather bored and frustrated with the fact that Herr Edler wasn't finding any fabric, and even feeling somewhat hopeless that he ever would. Wolfgang was searching for fabric when he came on another secret portal and ended up having to fight some ghosts on his own. Rosemarie was trying to sleep just so that she didn't have to sit around being bored when Hulda came over and started asking her if there was someone else in the fortress, forcing Rosemarie to lie, along with pretending that she was starving . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"Rosemarie felt her body suddenly lifting, but she forced herself not to move, although she felt ill at the fact that she seemed to be moving through the air.

She thought she felt stone move around her in a cold, but smooth sort of way, unlike she'd ever felt stone move around her before.

The floating then ended in softness. Rosemarie laid still and waited. She heard nothing around her, so she opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a room she'd never seen before.

There was a window lighting the room, but other than that she could see no way in or out. She furrowed her brow. She was laying on an immensely comfortable bed, and there was a wardrobe on the one side wall, and small side tables flanking the bed, but other than that there was nothing.

Hearing a sound, Rosemarie quickly closed her eyes. She then heard footsteps on the floor and felt the touch of Hulda's weathered, calloused hands.

Her mouth was opened and a rather flavourful liquid was administered. Rosemarie fluttered her eyelashes, but kept her eyes closed. She swallowed and took more of the liquid, which actually tasted quite good.

After awhile she opened her eyes to see Hulda looking down on her with a rather tense expression.

"You don't seem that feeble of countenance," Hulda said.

"I feel feeble," Rosemarie whispered.

"Surely I've not left you in wont of food for that long," Hulda said.

Rosemarie took another spoonful of the delicious liquid and closed her eyes as she savoured the flavour. She wasn't sure what made it so delicious, but she'd never had it before, and she was sorely disappointed that she hadn't.

Opening her eyes, Rosemarie looked down her body and saw the largest spider she'd ever seen standing on her bust.

Instantly Rosemarie shot up, screaming. The spider landed on the bedclothes and scurried away.

Rosemarie stood beside the bed clutching at her chest and staring wide-eyed at the bed into which the spider had disappeared.

"You also seem to suddenly possess a vitality you didn't before," Hulda said.

"Your medicines are always rather powerful and effective, are they not?" Rosemarie asked. "Have I ever lingered in illness when you've medicated me?"

"I don't know that it's been that quickly, usually," Hulda said.

"Your skill has increased then," Rosemarie said.

Hulda looked at her, seeming rather sceptical.

"Know that you will receive nothing further until you tell me who is the person in this fortress," Hulda said. "You know who it is, and I will have the truth from you."

"I know no one," Rosemarie replied.

Hulda gathered her lips and set her jaw, but said nothing.

Suddenly there was a flash and Rosemarie found herself back inside the tower, much like she'd been flashed into the dining room when Hulda had insisted that she sweep the floor when she'd only just done so."