Had she not gone out of the house in search of water, a pitcher on her hip as she headed out the short distance between her door and where she and her neighbors shared a well, it would have been a fact Constance would have been left in ignorance of until at least the morning.
The coming winter was still some months away and yet, the bite that hung in the air at that late night hour had her pausing mid-step before she could turn away and leave the blue-caped figure in his straw bed. Instead, she stepped closer, her pitcher held against her chest as she moved with all due caution due to a strange man outside her home. Even as she could practically hear her husband's voice in her head telling her that she was being foolish, that a Musketeer could only mean trouble and certainly more than the effort it would take to so much as check to see that he was still breathing, Constance steeled her shoulders and continued on.
"Monsieur?" she called out, her voice tentative although her progress did not stall. She came to a stop beside where he lay and tried again, "Monsieur?"
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Date: 2015-04-15 12:06 am (UTC)Had she not gone out of the house in search of water, a pitcher on her hip as she headed out the short distance between her door and where she and her neighbors shared a well, it would have been a fact Constance would have been left in ignorance of until at least the morning.
The coming winter was still some months away and yet, the bite that hung in the air at that late night hour had her pausing mid-step before she could turn away and leave the blue-caped figure in his straw bed. Instead, she stepped closer, her pitcher held against her chest as she moved with all due caution due to a strange man outside her home. Even as she could practically hear her husband's voice in her head telling her that she was being foolish, that a Musketeer could only mean trouble and certainly more than the effort it would take to so much as check to see that he was still breathing, Constance steeled her shoulders and continued on.
"Monsieur?" she called out, her voice tentative although her progress did not stall. She came to a stop beside where he lay and tried again, "Monsieur?"