Chapter 405

Gwen walked through the large tents that had been erected earlier, speaking to the injured, offering encouragement and consolation. Her Secret Service contingent, as well as a reporter that had been serving as her interpreter followed, but not too closely as she made her way through what she considered her ward.

She stopped to check on a small figure in a cot in a dark corner. She could barely make out the old woman lying there. Her face was covered in bandages and her body appeared bent and gnarled. As Gwen touched the woman’s forehead, she felt her wrist gripped tightly.

“My queen! You have come home to save your people!” croaked the woman as Gwen suddenly trembled in recognition.

“It’s you! The fortune teller! How is it possible?”

“You need to listen, my queen. Your warrior and his son are in grave danger. Your son has met his future queen, but you need to pray for her as well. Only you can save them. Listen closely. Pray to Saint Stephen, the patron saint