"Elizabeth Vaughan - Chronicles Of The Warlands 01 - Warprize" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vaughan Elizabeth)

tent. I could see some men clustered around one of the cots. тАЬIf you would pleaseтАжтАЭ

I took my basket and headed in that direction. Best to see what I had to deal with now, before I started
to see to the others.

As I approached, some of the men drifted away. But two large men remained standing by the cot. With
my eyes fixed firmly on my patient, I lowered the basket to the ground, knelt, and got a good look.

He was an enormous black man, spilling over the sides and ends of the cot. Black as night, black as
wrought iron. The rumors were true. I caught my breath, and for one fleeting moment wondered if he
would belch fire. But common sense came to the fore, as I took in his condition. Wrapped in a cloak and
blankets, his eyes were open but unseeing. Sweat dripped from his forehead and close-cropped black
hair, hair like IтАЩd never seen before. Whatever his color, it seemed he suffered as any other.

The rough bandage was down close to the groin and my mouth went dry. Please, Goddess, not another
gut wound. I reached out my hand and one of the men grabbed my wrist.

тАЬWhat are you doing?тАЭ His voice was hard and clipped, but I could understand him. Dark, black eyes
bored into me as his grip tightened. His broad, round face was grim, and while not as dark as the man on
the cot, he was darker then most. I couldnтАЩt help a brief thoughtтАФwould I get to see a blue one?тАФ
before the man wrenched my arm again.

тАЬI am a healer.тАЭ I focused on his eyes.

He snarled. тАЬYou are a bragnect.тАЭ

I did not know the word, but suspected that it was one that was not taught to children. Careful not to
return the anger, I did not pull away. тАЬI can help him.тАЭ I kept my gaze steady on his face. тАЬI will help him.
тАЭ
He paused, studying me.

A sound came from the darkness. тАЬPlease, Joden. She is a healer.тАЭ Rafe came up behind us, his voice
soft and serious. тАЬWe fought her off at first, but she can help.тАЭ

Joden glanced at him. тАЬThis? This is a warrior-priest?тАЭ

Rafe shook his head. тАЬEven better, she is a healer.тАЭ He used the word from my language, rather than his
own. тАЬWhen she first came, she seemed mad and we tried to drive her away, but she has persisted.тАЭ He
turned his face slightly, to display his scar. тАЬSee? She has helped many, Joden. I will swear it to the open
sky, if you wish.тАЭ

Joden looked from me to the wounded man. He released my wrist with a huff of disdain. тАЬIf you harm
Simus, I will kill you.тАЭ

I gestured with my hands. тАЬGet him off this cot and onto a pallet.тАЭ Joden started to pull the blankets
away. тАЬUncover him, and use wet cloths to wipe his face, arms, and chest. We must get the fever down.
Leave the wound and the bandage to me.тАЭ

One of the younger men stepped forward to help. This one had skin that was a lighter color than JodenтАЩs,
but his black hair fell in braids.