6
R E G A I N E D
Colin looked over the edge of the ship. Ronan joined him.
“Colin. I’ll heal your legs. But when we get to Spain, you can’t run off.”
Colin sighed. “Just do it. And don’t make me hurt you more than you can bear.”
“You may have gained muscle during your work as a slave, but know this—if you lay even one finger on me…I’ll have my men throw you overboard.”
“Why not throw me overboard yourself?”
Ronan was shocked at his brave choice of words. He ignored him and stalked away.
Fiona joined Colin. “He’s just trying to help.”
Colin scoffed. “Why do you take kindly toward him? He took you way from home, love, memories! Why do you act as if he’s done nothing wrong?”
“Because I am a Christian.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “Why do you serve a god who’s ruined your life? If it wasn’t for Him, we’d all be home with Papa and Mama. Not here—stuck with a bunch of heathens. But don’t worry…once we get to Spain, we’ll escape.”
Fiona sighed. “Colin…there was once a time when you loved God too. You’ve just forgotten the feeling, but it’s buried deep inside you. And Colin…when we get to the town…I’m not leaving.”
Fiona’s words dumbfounded him. “What? All this time, you’ve just wanted to stay here? With that—that—”
“Colin, stop. We’re not going to Spain for fun. He needs to trade some things and—”
Colin’s eyes teared up. “You want to stay here? You don’t want to run? You’re picking him over me?”
Fiona looked away. “I wish I could tell you. But I can’t. Just go to Ronan and ask him to help you.”
“Never.”
“If you don’t…then I will never speak to you again. This is important. I’m not fooling you lad. Go now.”
Colin felt his way to the cabin. He knocked on the door.
Ronan told him to come in.
“Just fix me and be done with it.” He mumbled.
Ronan nodded. “Lay on the bed.”
Colin obeyed.
Ronan took out a special ailment in a bottle. He poured some grinder plant and oils and stirred them in his hands. He then carefully placed them on Colin’s legs.
Colin screamed. “What did you do? You’re making it worse!”
“Silence. I know more of this than you. In the morning your legs should be ready to begin healing.”
“Should?”
Ronan helped him up. “Go.”
The day passed slowly. As the sun was rising on the next day, Colin’s legs were healing better and better.
Fiona wished he would thank Ronan. But Colin refused. “I shall always hate Ronan, no matter what he does or how much you may try to convince me. He will be my lifelong enemy.”
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