Chapter - 47
"Grandma! Look! There's a dead person over there!"
A boy's voice echoed through the silent forest with nervousness.
The old lady, whose back was already aching from hours of stooping to collect medicinal herbs, stretched her back, and wiping the sweat from her wrinkled forehead with a dirt-stained sleeve, squinted towards where her grandson was pointing.
"Hush now, Finn," she scolded her grandson, "Don't go shouting! You might alert some bandits."
She followed his gaze. Down the steep slope where the river stream was.
And it wasn't any dead person, it looked like a woman.
The old woman slowly got down to the bank. Finn was beside her, helping her down.
When they got there, the old woman saw the woman lying face down in the mud, half-submerged in the cold water. Her clothes were torn from places and stained brown and red all over. There was also some weed tangled to her blonde hair.
