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.She stopped her pacing along enough to cough; like everyone else, it seemed, she'd pickedup a cold in the past two weeks.She hadn't paid it much attention.Beside Tonno's illness, itwas hardly more serious than a splinter.As she straightened up, she heard the sound of feetapproaching; hard soles slapping wearily on the stonework.The Church certainly didn't lackhands to see that the streets about the cathedral and the cloisters were shoveled clean.She turned; approaching from a side street to her left was a man in the black robe of aChurch Doctor, laden with one of those black-leather-covered boxes.He walked with hishead down so that she couldn't see his face, watching his step on the icy cobbles.She hurried to intercept him, her heart right up in her throat and pounding so loudly she couldhardly hear herself speak."Excuse me, sir," she said, trotting along beside him, then putting herself squarely in hispath when he wouldn't stop.She held out her empty, mittened hands to him, and tried to putall the terror and pleading she felt into her face and voice."Excuse me-my master's sick,he's got a fever, a dry fever and a dry cough that won't stop, he's been sick ever since theblizzard and I've been here every day but the Priest won't send anybody, he says there'speople with greater need, but my master's an old man and he's having hallucinations-" Shewas gabbling it all out as fast as she could, hoping to get him to listen to her before hebrushed her aside.He frowned at her when she made him stop, and frowned even harderwhen she began to talk-he put out a hand to move her away from his path-But then he blinked, as if what she had said had finally penetrated his preoccupation, andstayed his hand."A fever? With visions, you say?" She nodded."And a dry, racking coughthat won't stop?" She nodded again, harder.If he recognized the symptoms, sure, surely heknew the cure!He swore-and for the first time in months of living at Amber's, she was shocked.Not at theoath; she'd heard enough like it from the carters and other rough laborers who visited someof the other Houses on the street.That a Brother should utter a hair-scorching oath likethat-that was what shocked her.But it seemed that this was no ordinary Brother.His face hardened with anger, and his eyes grew black."An old man with pneumonia, lyinguntreated for two weeks-and instead of taking care of him, they send me out to tend a bratwith a bellyache from too many sweets-" He swore again, an oath stronger than the first."Show me your master, lad, and be hanged to Father Genner.Bellyache my ass!"Rune hurried down the street towards Tonno's with the Brother keeping pace beside her,despite the hindering skirts of his robe."I'm Brother Anders," he said, trotting next to her andnot even breathing hard."Tell me more about your master's illness."She did, everything she could recall, casting sideways glances at the Brother as she did so.He was a large man, black-bearded and black-haired; he made her think of a bear.But hiseyes, now that he wasn't frowning, were kind.He listened carefully to everything she said,but his expression grew graver and graver with each symptom.And her heart sank everytime his expression changed."He's not in good shape, lad," the Brother said at last."I won't lie to you.If I'd seen him aweek ago-or better, when he first fell ill-""I came then," she protested angrily, forcing away tears with the heat of her outrage."I cameevery day! The Priest kept telling me that there were others with more need, and turning me away!" She wanted to tell him the rest, what the old woman had told her-but somethingstopped her.This was a Brother, after all, tied to the Church.If she maligned the Church, hemight not help her."And I simply go where the Priests tell me," Brother Anders replied, as angry as she was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She stopped her pacing along enough to cough; like everyone else, it seemed, she'd pickedup a cold in the past two weeks.She hadn't paid it much attention.Beside Tonno's illness, itwas hardly more serious than a splinter.As she straightened up, she heard the sound of feetapproaching; hard soles slapping wearily on the stonework.The Church certainly didn't lackhands to see that the streets about the cathedral and the cloisters were shoveled clean.She turned; approaching from a side street to her left was a man in the black robe of aChurch Doctor, laden with one of those black-leather-covered boxes.He walked with hishead down so that she couldn't see his face, watching his step on the icy cobbles.She hurried to intercept him, her heart right up in her throat and pounding so loudly she couldhardly hear herself speak."Excuse me, sir," she said, trotting along beside him, then putting herself squarely in hispath when he wouldn't stop.She held out her empty, mittened hands to him, and tried to putall the terror and pleading she felt into her face and voice."Excuse me-my master's sick,he's got a fever, a dry fever and a dry cough that won't stop, he's been sick ever since theblizzard and I've been here every day but the Priest won't send anybody, he says there'speople with greater need, but my master's an old man and he's having hallucinations-" Shewas gabbling it all out as fast as she could, hoping to get him to listen to her before hebrushed her aside.He frowned at her when she made him stop, and frowned even harderwhen she began to talk-he put out a hand to move her away from his path-But then he blinked, as if what she had said had finally penetrated his preoccupation, andstayed his hand."A fever? With visions, you say?" She nodded."And a dry, racking coughthat won't stop?" She nodded again, harder.If he recognized the symptoms, sure, surely heknew the cure!He swore-and for the first time in months of living at Amber's, she was shocked.Not at theoath; she'd heard enough like it from the carters and other rough laborers who visited someof the other Houses on the street.That a Brother should utter a hair-scorching oath likethat-that was what shocked her.But it seemed that this was no ordinary Brother.His face hardened with anger, and his eyes grew black."An old man with pneumonia, lyinguntreated for two weeks-and instead of taking care of him, they send me out to tend a bratwith a bellyache from too many sweets-" He swore again, an oath stronger than the first."Show me your master, lad, and be hanged to Father Genner.Bellyache my ass!"Rune hurried down the street towards Tonno's with the Brother keeping pace beside her,despite the hindering skirts of his robe."I'm Brother Anders," he said, trotting next to her andnot even breathing hard."Tell me more about your master's illness."She did, everything she could recall, casting sideways glances at the Brother as she did so.He was a large man, black-bearded and black-haired; he made her think of a bear.But hiseyes, now that he wasn't frowning, were kind.He listened carefully to everything she said,but his expression grew graver and graver with each symptom.And her heart sank everytime his expression changed."He's not in good shape, lad," the Brother said at last."I won't lie to you.If I'd seen him aweek ago-or better, when he first fell ill-""I came then," she protested angrily, forcing away tears with the heat of her outrage."I cameevery day! The Priest kept telling me that there were others with more need, and turning me away!" She wanted to tell him the rest, what the old woman had told her-but somethingstopped her.This was a Brother, after all, tied to the Church.If she maligned the Church, hemight not help her."And I simply go where the Priests tell me," Brother Anders replied, as angry as she was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]