The bleeding man - II

"Them?" Dorothy whispered to me, holding my hand with a tight grip almost making me wince in pain. "or should we hide?" 

That was a good option as well. If they were not sent by Sir Walter then two ladies standing in the middle of the road were not good. 

"We wait." My instincts told me to say that. Something inside me believed that it was the wagon we were supposed to wait for.

We stepped to the side and closer to the entrance we had exited the palace from when the wagon stopped near us.

Two men were sitting at the front and they nodded before one of them got down. 

"Father told me that you were a princess," the man said, "I am sawyer." 

"Cian." The other one, Who remained sitting, tipped his hat at me. 

"We have the Man from the east wing of the palace but I do not think he will survive for long. Do you want to take him to the cottage?" Sawyer looked somewhat hesitant but he pointed towards the end of the wagon.