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but did not reply.
    “Does anyone else know I am here?”  Jacob asked, tense and agitated.
    Jemima tried to reassure him.
    “You need rest.  You were badly beaten and hurt.  I found you unconscious on the floor in the parking beside the lake.”
    “Oh God.  Yes I remember.”
    Slowly memories of the three punks who had robbed him came back to him, the journey through the palace tunnels, the death of his mother.  His heart thumped. He swallowed hard.
    “Are you okay?” Jemima asked, tenderly, softly.
    “I’m f-f-f-fine” Jacob stammered.
    “Does anyone know I am here?  Where are the guards?” 
    “What guards?” asked Jemima.
    “The pa- p-……” Jacob paused.
    “Do you not know who I am?” Jacob asked.
    Jemima laughed.
    “No, I still do not even know your name.  You have not been too much of a conversationalist the last few days.” She paused as she noticed his concern and confusion.
    “I’m sorry,” she continued with compassion.
    “No, no one knows you are here.  I just did my best to help you.  I saw those punks running off after beating you.  I could not help it.”
    Jacob looked at her with suspicion. 
    “Well, what about…” he stopped as he remembered that the royal medals had been stolen from him.  Perhaps she was telling the truth; perhaps she really did not know who he was.  But then why would she help him.”
    “Shhhh, you need to rest.”  Jemima put her hand on his forehead again.  It felt so soothing. 
    Jacob quickly fell back into a peaceful sleep.
    Jemima back on the chair again.  He seemed so sweet, this wounded man, so confused.  So many days now she had sat watching him, nursing him slowly to health, she felt as if she knew him, though she had only just discovered his name.  She shook her head, what was she thinking?

Chapter V
    It was dusk the following evening when Jacob woke again.  Jemima was still sat on the chair opposite the bed, though she was curled up asleep with a book on her lap.  She raised her head as she heard him stirring.
    Jacob rubbed his eyes.  He saw her smiling at him.
    “Hey.”
    “Hey” she replied.
    “Can I get you some tea?  Maybe some chamomile?”
    “That would be lovely.  Thanks.”
    Jemima went over to the kitchen counter at the back of the studio flat.  Jacob looked around him.  My, he had never seen a place so small.
    “Do you live here?” he asked.
    “Yes.  I have been here a few months now.  Originally I am from Sweden, but I had to leave for various reasons, so I chose Denmark.  It is a beautiful country.”
    “Yes, yes it is.” Replied Jacob.  He had noted her accent was different and she did not speak the Danish language fluidly.  That would also explain why she did not know who he was.
    “Why did you help me”” he asked.
    “It’s not that I am not grateful, I am, of course.”
    “How could I not help you?” replied Jemima.
    “You were unconscious in front of my eyes!”
    Jacob looked over at her, she did seem in fact like a genuinely very kind person.
    “Really, I do not know how to thank you.”
    “I did not do it for your thanks.”
    “No, no, of course not.  I wasn’t suggesting,…” his voice trailed off.
    Jemima looked over at him and smiled as she brought him his tea.
    “So where do you sleep?” asked Jacob.  Jemima laughed and looked at the bed Jacob was lying in.
    “Well usually…..” she didn’t finish.
    “Oh my!” responded Jacob. “I’m so sorry”
    “It is fine.  I have travelled so much I am used to sleeping on floors.”
    “Quite. Of course.” Jacob replied, somewhat bewildered.
    He sat back, propping himself up on the pillows on the bed.  He felt somewhat confused, he could not remember a time in his life when someone had helped him or shown him kindness unconditionally like this.  Especially in his position, it was always because someone worked for him, or some climbing socialite.  He wondered whether she really did not know who he was.  He felt so