sometimes or done her good deeds in return. But even if a person has nothing to spare, even if a person is a disreputable vagrant that weâll never see again, GroÃmutter doesnât turn him away. She says no good Christian would.
Itâs more than that, though. She wonât say it, but I see the way her eyes dart around. I know that as long as she gives the brew away, no one can say sheâs presenting herself as a professional healerâso no one can blame her if people get sicker.
Melis and I walk into town and spread the word. It isnât hard. Everyoneâs eager for new potions.
Then Melis and I go on to the market square. He continues alone toward the next square, where our church is. He likes to go to church when no one else is there. He stands in a corner and doesnât say a word. He stands there for the longest time. I know because he used to take me when I was smaller. I loved it.
He invited me now. It surprised me; itâs been years since he invited me. But I didnât go. I have something else I have to do.
I walk up and down through the booths in the market square, looking for the traveling merchant whoâs supposed to bring me Arab medicine. Iâve been going to the market as often as I can since we met him. I donât want to miss him when he finally returns.
But heâs not here. How can it be that he hasnât come back yet?
Maybe he knew a schilling was way more than GroÃmutter could really afford. Maybe he thought thereâd never be another waiting for him when he returned with the Arab medicine. But GroÃmutter keeps promises. Sheâll find the money somehow.
That thought makes me instantly guilty.GroÃmutter spent so much on me. And it didnât even occur to me to try to stop her. What had she been saving that money for?
I hear a shriek.
I turn to see a man fall and jerk around on the ground, legs and arms flailing. Heâs convulsing, as I do in my worst bouts of illness. A crowd gathers quickly around him.
âI knew it would come to this,â says a woman beside me.
âHeâs the one that was speaking in tongues,â says another.
Others agree. And now theyâre talking about strange things theyâve seen or heard.
âThis town is sick,â says a man.
Then they stop. Itâs eerie. When people get going on rumors, they donât just stop. But this crowd does. The fear in the air would crush us all.
Someone goes for Pater Michael. But by the time he comes, the sick man has passed out. Two others carry him home.
âHelp us, Pater,â says a woman. âEnd this curse. Punish those responsible, the evil ones.â
I go still as death.
âIt could be the rats,â says Pater Michael.
âTheyâre everywhere,â says another woman.
And Iâm breathing again, for now people are naming the places theyâve found the rats: cabinets, benches, rooftops, ditches, barrels, beds. Thereâs no end.
I remember Kröteâs blood on the ratsâ whiskers.
Rats are hateful.
Pater Frederick talked a lot about rats at my last lesson. There have been stories of rats bringing disease since ancient times. They come from the Far East. They say the rats went from Mongolia to Mesopotamia to Asia Minor to Africa and Europe. Pater Frederick showed me on a map. He said Mongolia is plagued with rats. And he gave me a sugared cinnamon bun too. He remembered. It was perfect.
And when I gave the coven woman in Höxter a summer coverlet that GroÃmutter had woven for her, she gave me another sack of cats. Sheâs raising them as fast as she can, trying to supply the whole valley with ratters.
The talk of rats grows louder. The crowd is practically in a frenzy now.
âPater Frederick of Höxter has told me all about the disease rats bring,â I say, excited to join the throng.
âWhat has he told you, boy?â a man asks.
But a hand clamps around my wrist from behind.
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