A Highlanders Angel

1278 Scotland, Highlands
Sileas wore plain brown garb as she hung clothes to dry by the fire. It stuck her it was foolish to think her life would be any better than it was. She realized she was lucky to not be making her living on her back after she ran away from her home because she refused to marry the horrible man her father told her to marry. The man was as old as her father and had daughter older then she was. Her father told her she would marry him no matter for as alliance. Before dawn Sileas was lost and wondering when she came across an old healer that took her in. The healer taught her everything she knew. By the next fall the old healer was dead and she was alone in the deep woods cabin. Many of the people still traveled to seek healing teas and salves from her. And if they could not pay with coins they would leave her food and goods.Yes, her life could have been a lot worse. It was stupid to dwell on what she didn't have. But she was lonely and winter would even more alone for her.
She was about to step up on the wooden box to hang some clothes when something slammed against her door. When she opened it, a man was slumped against it. His blood ran steadily under her feet. She knelled and started pulling at his clothes to see where the blood was running from. She saw the rive places in his shirt and when she pulled it open, tears filled her eyes.The warrior was gashed from his shoulder to his hips.The flesh was laid open and would need sown up but it would take a miracle from God that he didn't succumb to a fervor and die from it. It was a cold night and the winds were picking up from the north telling her more snow was on its way. She had to get him inside.
He was huge, lean, well muscled and she had no ideal how she would move him. Her cunning nature had her laying down her bed covers to roll him onto so she could pull him out of the cold while praying for physical strength as she tugged the covers over her shoulder and pulled with all she had. When she finely got him in enough to close the door. She started tending him. She mixed herbs and made a paste and bandages and than went back to him to wash the wound. She pressed the flesh together and began sewing him. Cleaned him and lay his head on a pillow. She pushed back the hair from his forehead fingered the braid that hung to his waist. He was truly a perfect warrior. By the time she was done her back ached and she was exhausted. She headed out to the stream for fresh water. As she splashed her face with the cold water she realized there was but one set of foot prints in the snow leading to her door. She walked back looking for some tracks of how he would had gotten there. No horse tracks, no foot tracks, and no blood any where but at her door. A chill came over her. But Sileas knew it wasn't just the cold.