Homespun Bride

Chapter SixNoelle had never felt so useless While they waited forthe doctor to come, the maid and cook hustled back andforth from the bedroom to the kitchen and back againbringing all sorts of necessary items. The best thing shecould do was to sit in a chair by her uncle’s bedside.“Robert? Oh, my Robert, please wake up.” Henriettaclutched her husband’s hand, tears streamingdown her face. “You wake up. You hear me? It’s theleast you can do for not listening to me. If you had,you wouldn’t be d-dying.”Lord, please don’t let that happen. Noelle swipedat a falling tear. She sat straighter on the ladder-backchair the maid had brought up for her and steepled herhands together.Please let him be all right.She could not see to bind his wounds, cook and preparea poultice or tend to cleaning his abrasions. The most shecould do was to keep out of the way of those who could.The only thing she could do with her hands was to pray.As important as that was, it didn’t feel like enough.