The Rival
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The room didn't have a window, but through the open door, he saw a kitchen with a cold hearth fire, several more candles, and a woman seated beside an open window.She was young, in her twenties, and she leaned over a tapestry frame. Her needle worked through the top and then the bottom with the ease of practice. Her face was serene. Her long hair had a reddish tint that suggested her family came from the Cliffs of Blood. He coughed, to alert her that he was awake, and then he tried to sit up....A mistake. He was dizzy. The movement caused a buzzing in his ears.She was beside him in an instant."Tis not yers to be up," she said. "Yer body's had quite a shock, it has. Ye need yer rest."The accent was a bit narrow for the Cliffs. He frowned. She spoke more like she came from the Kenniland Marshes. "I can't stay here," he said."Ye must. Someone tried to kill ye. Ye canna go back out tonight.""You saw it?"She shook her head. "Me brother found ye, and brought ye here. Tis thought I've healin skills, though tis not always true.""You need someone to shake out your mattress," Matthias said, and winced at the ingratitude in his tone.She smiled. "A lordly man like ye'd be expecting more. I dinna have the strength, and me brother, well, he disappears when tis time to work.""And your husband?"She gently put a hand on Matthias's chest and pushed him back. "Ye must rest.""I can't stay," he said again."Ye canna leave. Ye canna walk to that door. Ye've lost so much blood ye look like a fish too long in the sun. Tis lucky ye dinna die there. By morning, ye'd've been a corpse."Matthias shivered. She was probably right. The way he felt, and the things he suffered that evening, should have killed him.But he lived on.It takes magick to survive.She let her hand slide along his chest. The movement was almost a caress. "I'll be getting ye some tea. It'll restore yer spirits."She walked into the other room, and he found himself staring after her. She wore a long red dress, embroidered with gold along the bottoms and sides. It seemed heavy for summer and warm, but she didn't seem to notice. In fact, the room, although windowless, had a coolness that spoke of fall.His chest tingled where she had touched him. He leaned back on his pillows, letting the softness envelope him. His wounds still pained him. He had to look horrible. With his right hand, he touched the bandages on his face. They covered his cheeks and his jaw, and one went all the way above his left eye. He didn't remember getting stabbed that close to his eyes, but he barely remembered the details of the attack. It had been moments of mind-numbing terror. He had been more afraid that the Fey would drown him than he had been of being stabbed.The woman came back and put a cup of tea on the nightstand.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
The room didn't have a window, but through the open door, he saw a kitchen with a cold hearth fire, several more candles, and a woman seated beside an open window.She was young, in her twenties, and she leaned over a tapestry frame. Her needle worked through the top and then the bottom with the ease of practice. Her face was serene. Her long hair had a reddish tint that suggested her family came from the Cliffs of Blood. He coughed, to alert her that he was awake, and then he tried to sit up....A mistake. He was dizzy. The movement caused a buzzing in his ears.She was beside him in an instant."Tis not yers to be up," she said. "Yer body's had quite a shock, it has. Ye need yer rest."The accent was a bit narrow for the Cliffs. He frowned. She spoke more like she came from the Kenniland Marshes. "I can't stay here," he said."Ye must. Someone tried to kill ye. Ye canna go back out tonight.""You saw it?"She shook her head. "Me brother found ye, and brought ye here. Tis thought I've healin skills, though tis not always true.""You need someone to shake out your mattress," Matthias said, and winced at the ingratitude in his tone.She smiled. "A lordly man like ye'd be expecting more. I dinna have the strength, and me brother, well, he disappears when tis time to work.""And your husband?"She gently put a hand on Matthias's chest and pushed him back. "Ye must rest.""I can't stay," he said again."Ye canna leave. Ye canna walk to that door. Ye've lost so much blood ye look like a fish too long in the sun. Tis lucky ye dinna die there. By morning, ye'd've been a corpse."Matthias shivered. She was probably right. The way he felt, and the things he suffered that evening, should have killed him.But he lived on.It takes magick to survive.She let her hand slide along his chest. The movement was almost a caress. "I'll be getting ye some tea. It'll restore yer spirits."She walked into the other room, and he found himself staring after her. She wore a long red dress, embroidered with gold along the bottoms and sides. It seemed heavy for summer and warm, but she didn't seem to notice. In fact, the room, although windowless, had a coolness that spoke of fall.His chest tingled where she had touched him. He leaned back on his pillows, letting the softness envelope him. His wounds still pained him. He had to look horrible. With his right hand, he touched the bandages on his face. They covered his cheeks and his jaw, and one went all the way above his left eye. He didn't remember getting stabbed that close to his eyes, but he barely remembered the details of the attack. It had been moments of mind-numbing terror. He had been more afraid that the Fey would drown him than he had been of being stabbed.The woman came back and put a cup of tea on the nightstand.
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