The Innkeeper's Oath

We can't leave him here to die, said Edmund. We'll bind his wounds and take him back to the inn. Said Roland. How? Asked Ellen. He's not fit to ride. Growned the innkeeper touching his jacket pocket which it turned out contained a flask of spirit. That will do nicely, said Ellen who used it to clean out his wounds. Of course the alcohol stung dreadfully, but the pain was worth it. Then Ellen and Edmund went to collect pine sap, which they used to seal up the worst wound before binding it with a torn sheet. I think he's going to live, said Ellen with a wink.