| The night was uncomfortable, with nebulous dreams haunting you. Although Boamund has a very refreshing rest. Shrett certainly does not; he has a vivid nightmare: The washing-woman at the stream is there, kneeling by the water in exceedingly long red robes. Her long black hair hangs loose and hides her face. She is slowly washing something that looks like a tattered, bloodied monk’s tunic of some colour, but it is difficult to tell that from her robes and her skin, where visible, which hangs uncannily loose from her bones in folds. Then she turns her head toward you, scaring you awake, because the visage is so unpleasant. He awakens with a scream provoked by that visage, and he keeps screaming as he grabs a silver dagger and backs into a corner. Bog comes forth with a blanket and tries to throw it over Shrett as Bog rushes in; but the blanket falls to the floor before Shrett, who is ineffectually slashing in its path. Bog continues his momentum, hits Shrett and pins him into the corner; but Shrett stabs Bog in the left arm and badly injures it. Fraud comes forth, trying to speak calming words to Shrett and grasp him, but Shrett pushes him back, thinking that Fraud tries to take the dagger (his only protection from evil) away. Shrett, in his mad panic, pictures the peasant woman and reasons that if she can be so foul, how can he trust anyone? Boamund is trying to calm the situation to no avail. Bog smashes Shrett in the chin with a headbutt and Shrett sees stars from the pain. Finally, Fraud talks Shrett down; Shrett quickly sees that he has lost his reason and he lowers his knife and the situation defuses. Shrett apologises to Bog and explains what he saw. A gong has rung in the distance and voices raised in prayer are heard. | The night was uncomfortable, with nebulous dreams haunting you. Although Boamund has a very refreshing rest. Shrett certainly does not; he has a vivid nightmare: The washing-woman at the stream is there, kneeling by the water in exceedingly long red robes. Her long black hair hangs loose and hides her face. She is slowly washing something that looks like a tattered, bloodied monk’s tunic of some colour, but it is difficult to tell that from her robes and her skin, where visible, which hangs uncannily loose from her bones in folds. Then she turns her head toward you, scaring you awake, because the visage is so unpleasant. He awakens with a scream provoked by that visage, and he keeps screaming as he grabs a silver dagger and backs into a corner. Bog comes forth with a blanket and tries to throw it over Shrett as Bog rushes in; but the blanket falls to the floor before Shrett, who is ineffectually slashing in its path. Bog continues his momentum, hits Shrett and pins him into the corner; but Shrett stabs Bog in the left arm and badly injures it. Fraud comes forth, trying to speak calming words to Shrett and grasp him, but Shrett pushes him back, thinking that Fraud tries to take the dagger (his only protection from evil) away. Shrett, in his mad panic, pictures the peasant woman and reasons that if she can be so foul, how can he trust anyone? Boamund is trying to calm the situation to no avail. Bog smashes Shrett in the chin with a headbutt and Shrett sees stars from the pain. Finally, Fraud talks Shrett down; Shrett quickly sees that he has lost his reason and he lowers his knife and the situation defuses. Shrett apologises to Bog and explains what he saw. A gong has rung in the distance and voices raised in prayer are heard. |
