Chapter 16: Birds Of A Feather

Scarlett’s plan led her to the barracks, where the wounded were being taken care of by the surviving healers and herbalists. As soon as she entered the brick building, she was overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol.

There weren’t enough cots or beds to hold all the women, so some were resting on makeshift mattresses made of hay. Most of the patients were sleeping. Others talked softly to their friends and relatives who sat near them, still comforting each other for their mutual losses.

With a clearer vision of what she was going to do, the weight of the previous two days was finally starting to catch up with Scarlett. It was as if she had been dreaming up until now, to be awakened by the crude reality of everyone’s suffering.

Some women had open gashes that seemed to have been quickly and sloppily sewed. Others had linen cloths wrapped practically all around their limbs. Some had suffered concussions and burns when the roofs of ceilings had collap