Laura was somewhat speechless. How could she sleep at such a time?
"Hey! Wake up."
Margaret woke up instantly, her hand instinctively gripping the musket she was holding. She relaxed slightly only when she saw the pair of eyes in the shadow, but she soon asked that question again.
"Why did you save me?"
"What's wrong with her?" Instead of answering, Laura shifted her gaze to the woman.
Now Margaret explained somewhat awkwardly, "I don't know. She just fainted by herself, probably because the wound at the back of her head hasn't healed."
Laura was well aware. She had simply avoided answering the question by interrupting and immediately changing the subject, asking Margaret instead, "You want to go to Hamlet, don't you?"
"How do you know?" Margaret was surprised. How could this mysterious person seem to know everything?
