"04 - Storm Season (a)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asprin Robert)"My life was involved too," Saliman shrugged. "The raiders were rather
unselective about targets by then-" "If I might finish my work?" Stulwig in-terupted testily. "It has been a long night-and you two will have much time to talk." "Of course," Jubal agreed, waving Saliman away. "How soon before I can use my legs again?" The question hung too long in the air, and Jubal knew the answer before the healer found his voice. "I've removed the arrows from your knees," Stulwig mumbled. "But the damage was great... and the infection-" "How long?" This time the slaver was not asking; he demanded. "Never." Jubal's hand moved smoothly, swiftly past his hip, then hesitated as he realized it was not holding the dagger. Only then did his conscious mind understand that Saliman had his weapons. He sought to catch his aide's eye, to signal him, before he realized that his ally was deliberately avoiding his gaze. "I have applied a poultice to slow the spread of the infection," Alten went on, plants to deaden your pain. But we must proceed with treatment without delay." "Treatment?" the slaver glared, the edge momentarily gone from his temper. "But you said I wouldn't be able to use my legs-" "You speak of your legs," the healer sighed. "I'm trying to save your life though I've heard there are those who would pay well to see it ended." Jubal heard the words and accepted them without the rush of fear other men might feel. Death was an old acquaintance of all gladiators. "Well, what is this treatment you speak of?" he asked levelly. "Fire," Stulwig stated without hesitation. "We must burn the infection out before it spreads further." "No." "But the wounds must be treated!" the healer insisted. "You call that a treatment?" Jubal challenged. "I've seen burned legs before. The muscle's replaced by scar tissue; they aren't legs-they're things to be hidden." "Your legs are finished," Stulwig shouted. "Stop speaking of them as if they |
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