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

тАЬRafe?тАЭ I sat back on my heels. тАЬI mean no offense, but does he heal as others do? Will my medicines
aid him, as they do the others?тАЭ He looked puzzled, as did the men around him. I cleared my throat. тАЬIтАЩ
ve never worked on one such as he.тАЭ

тАЬThere is no differenceтАжтАЭ He began. I lay my hand on his forehead, and RafeтАЩs gaze followed my
gesture. тАЬDo you mean his skin?тАЭ

I nodded, and pulled my hand back, giving it a quick glance to see if any of the color had come off on my
fingers.

Rafe snorted. тАЬThereтАЩs no difference beyond looks,тАЭ He cast a sly eye over at Joden. тАЬThough thereтАЩs
some that say Simus has more than his fair share of charm.тАЭ

Joden grunted, but I could see a slight smile. I dug in the basket, and found a small bottle of orchid root
which I handed to the other man, the one with the braids. тАЬYou are?тАЭ

тАЬPrest.тАЭ

тАЬSee if you can get him to take two swallows of this. No more. It will ease him for when we clean the
wound.тАЭ

Prest nodded.

тАЬI will return when I am done with the others.тАЭ I stood. тАЬRoll up the tents sides.тАЭ I called out. тАЬLetтАЩs air
the place as best we can.тАЭ We had done this before, to add some light and fresh air to the tent. The
guards were not happy, but they let me do this when I felt the need. As the walls were lifted, I could see
the guards that ringed the tent on the outside. Xy-mund was taking no chances.

As the men started moving, I got up and visited my other patients, checking wounds, using my salves and
potions where needed. At first, IтАЩd been pushed away, treated rudely whenever I tried to help. It had
taken time, but I was tolerated by most, and welcomed by a few. But now there was a difference. While
the men treated me well, I could tell that their attention was on my newest patient. Some who had never
spoken to me before even went so far as to try to ask me about the man.

Whoever he was, I suspected he was important.

The kettles for the hot water were brought, and the bathing began. I had smuggled some old soap out of
the castle that had hardened, forgotten in a storeroom. It had the faint scent of flowers, but was mild and
worked well. I never made mention of this part to anyone in the castle. One could imagine the response
to the idea of a Daughter of the Blood in a tent with naked men. But for some reason, it hadnтАЩt occurred
to anyone that a healer at some point had to deal with the actual body.

IтАЩd gathered old tunics and trous, so that they had spare clothing. Each man washed out his own, and the
guards had been bullied into setting out a drying line. It was when they stripped down for bathing that IтАЩd
first seen the tattoos that each man had on his arms. A different pattern on both arms and I could make
no sense of them. IтАЩd asked about them but been rudely rebuffed.

Before I returned to my new patient, I went to the guards by the entrance. The older one jerked his chin
toward the back of the tent. тАЬIs he bad, Lady?тАЭ