He tried to get away from you as far as possible. "There must be a misunderstanding," he said. " I'm forever grateful but I cannot- I cannot-" he checked his neck as he was searching for something. "My necklace?" he thought and peeked inside his shirt, his cross necklace was gone. 

"I'm sorry, (y/n), I'm not the person you think I am," Gilbert claimed. You shook your head to the right and left, didn't accept his words as you thought the test was still going. "You have to save our brothers and sisters from bloody knights!" you whispered aggressively.

 "What?" he was surprised. "They are not bloody knights, they are spreading the word of the lord" 

"What's the problem then, we also know the lord,"  you answered 

"No, our 'lord' is different. " he said "we don't sacrifice humans, for example." he defended. 

"So," you took the cross from your pocket. "Why there is a man hang there?" you questioned him

"That's something different!" he yelled, grabbed his cross back, and turned his back to you as he rolled himself in his robe. You got up and slowly cleaned the things the crowd left, you lifted your apron and put the flowers and leaves on there and pour it outside, when you came back you noticed Gilbert wasn't there. 

You rushed outside and yelled his name, there was no answer. 

You started to run towards the woods and started to listen to the noise he would make, since he's injured he couldn't get away much.  You took very quiet steps around, trying to locate him before someone else. Not very long after, you heard someone whimpering.  You turned in that direction and quietly approached Gilbert, who was lying his back on a rock and holding his open wound. 

"You see, there wasn't, really, a  need for a fuss," you said quietly and then kneeled next to him, lifted his hand, and tried to clean the area. "Now what, I need to take you back if you want to live, not because we'll hurt you but because you hurt yourself.  You pitied him and caressed his white hair, he didn't object.  

"So.. if..." you tried to lift him up by putting his arm around your shoulders. He groaned quietly into your ear. You both started to walk slowly, it was like forever until you returned to the cave, which was closer than the town right now. 

You gently placed him to where he was before. You cleaned his wound again and found the bag villagers left in case he needed aid. You found the needle and some herbs, you pressed some on his wound and gave some into his mouth, so his pain would ease. "With the name of Māra, the wound shall heal and his body may return to health" you tried to make a small ritual, which you knew would be less effective as you are not a raganos or a healer, but praying always makes a difference. 

A little later, you checked Gilbert's neck, he wasn't dead just sleeping. You took a deep breath and started to light some candles around as it was almost nighttime, you could see the children in white robes, climbing the hill with their flower crowns and motives that they carved into wood and holding up to the air to show their loyalty and gratitude to the goddess of the earth, as it was the night that connects winter and summer. 

*Side Notes

I  have been searching about the baltic mythology for days to make references but my resources were either incomplete, untrustworthy, or totally dependent on the assumptions. If you are a member of  Romuva or Dievturība I'm sorry if I wrote anything offensive, I tried to mix some Latvian and Lithuanian beliefs with my family's old traditions (shamanism/tengrism) which I found suitable.