"Patricia C. Wrede - Lyra 02 - The Raven Ring" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wrede Patricia C)

"Among other things. And we all know the basics, whatever we end up doing. So if you're willing to
let me lookтАФ"

"I don't hold with takin' charity," the man in the corner grumbled.

"It isn't charity, Freeman Salven," Gralith said truthfully. "I would welcome an opportunity to put my
knowledge to use.

"Getting out of practice, are you?" the man said, but he let Gralith come nearer.

Gralith checked the leg first, because it was simplest.

The splint looked well done; rather than unwrap it to examine the leg physically, he muttered the
key phrase of a seeing spell and pointed. A cold blue light sprang up around the leg, and behind him the
children gasped. He tried to ignore them while he concentrated. The light held steady all along the leg,
which meant that the bone had been properly set. Good. Now for the head injury.

He pointed again, and the light swirled upward and settled around Freeman Salven's head. Again it
held steady, and Gralith suppressed a sigh of relief. He let the light die and went on to more ordinary
tests: feeling the pulse, checking the pupils of the eyes, watching the man's movements as he looked right
and left or tried to touch the fingers of opposite hands together at arm's length. Finally, he straightened
and turned to the hovering red-haired girl.

"His brain's been badly shaken, but he should recover in a few more days if he rests quietly in bed.
If his stomach bothers him again, give him some isi-bark tea."

"That's all?" Eleret said, while behind her the two children exchanged relieved grins.

"Some things are best left to nature to heal," Gralith said apologetically. "Bones and brains are two
of them, unless one's an adept-class healer, and I'm not."

"I wasn't complaining," Eleret said hastily. "Really. It's justтАФ I was so worriedтАФ"

"Lot of fuss over nothin'," her father said, but he, too, looked more relaxed.

Eleret glowered at her father. "It's a good thing you broke your leg in the bargain, or we'd never
keep you there long enough to heal right."

"Don't try to get up too soon," Gralith warned. "It'll slow down your brain's recovery, and if you
should have a dizzy spell and fall on that leg again, you could cripple yourself."

The man snorted. "I'm not fool enough to chance that."

"Not now you've been told." Eleret looked at Gralith. "I'm glad you came; he wouldn't have listened
to me." She hesitated, then raised her chin defiantly and said in a resolutely steady tone, "What brought
you up here?"
 "Bad news, I'm afraid." There was no way to say it gently. "Tamm Salven died in the service of the
Emperor three weeks ago. The word came to me from Ciaron this morning. I'm sorry."

The man on the bed turned his face toward the wall. No one else moved or spoke, not even the