me. "They understand. Joden asks what kind of illness." I shook my head. "I don't know yet."
Epor warbled again, as Isdra joined me in the doorway. "Do you wish to look at the dead?" she asked.
"In the morning. I'm more worried about the living." We hurried back across the square. Epor heaved the man into a sitting position as we gathered our parcels. "I need to get him in a bed and tend him." I looked up at the sky. "You two need to start checking the buildings before we lose the light."
Epor frowned. "Where?"
"There's a shrine to the Goddess over in that corner, Epor." I stood, and gathered up my parcels. "I can use it as a healing house. I'll be fine there."
"I don't like leaving you alone. I will go and—"
Isdra snorted out a laugh. "Takes longer to argue her out of it than it will to search." Epor shook his head, but he pulled the man up and back over his shoulder. "As you say, Warprize."
Thankfully the shrine was empty and quiet. It was a large space, with movable benches, used as a place of worship and a meeting area. In the back was a small sleeping room, with a hearth. No priest in residence from the looks of things. I had Epor deposit the sick man on the bed, and placed my packages on the side table within easy reach. Quickly, I stripped him of his clothing, then paused. There was a strong odor that not even the ginger could disguise. I pulled the cloth from my nose and was met with a foul, rank smell, coming from the body of my patient. Confused, I replaced the plugs and continued with my work. That was not a symptom of any plague that I knew of. What could this be? The Sweat? The Swellings?
I vaguely heard Epor and Isdra as they searched the shrine, but my focus was on my patient. He was unresponsive to my touch, cold and clammy skin, his breathing rough and uneven.
"Warprize."
His armpits weren't swollen, nor his neck. I reached for his groin to check-—
"Warprize."
His groin wasn't swollen, nor did he react as I pressed down. I'd start him on fever's foe and—
"I swear an ehat could charge though this room and she'd never note it." Epor's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing in the door, holding a bucket of water. Isdra was kneeling at the hearth, feeding a small fire, smiling at Epor's jest. Epor placed the bucket beside the hearth. "The back seems secure. It's surrounded by walls, and there's but a small house back there."
"Privy." I corrected, turning back to my patient.
Isdra leaned in to look at the man. "Do you know which illness it is, Warprize?"
"No." I got up to put some water to heat. "Not yet." Epor scratched his beard. "Makes sense that an invisible enemy is hard to track. But there's no bolt on the door, Warprize. Isdra will remain, and I will search."
"You don't lock the doors of a shrine, Epor." I answered absently, still intent on my patient. Then his meaning sunk in, and I snapped my head around. "Don't be foolish. You can move faster if there are two of you." They both got a mulish look on their faces, and I stood up.
"Fine. I will put a bench before the door. If anyone comes in, I'll scream. Will that satisfy you?"
Epor frowned, but it was Isdra who spoke. "Remember Marcus's lesson, Warprize. Death can come in an instant."
For a moment I remembered the touch of the blade at my throat, and the fear that went with it. He'd moved so fast. The fear was real, but I wasn't going to let it stop us from rendering aid.
"It will have to do. The quicker you leave, the quicker you will be done." Isdra looked at Epor, who shrugged. "We will do as much as we can before we lose the light."
"Remember the phrases I taught you?" I followed them out the door.
"Do not be afraid." Isdra spoke slowly in Xyian.
"We will take you to a healer." Epor had the words down, but his accent was terrible. Still, it would work. I closed the door behind them.
"I'm not leaving until I hear the bench." Isdra's voice floated through the door. Irritated, I dragged a bench over,
Epor warbled again, as Isdra joined me in the doorway. "Do you wish to look at the dead?" she asked.
"In the morning. I'm more worried about the living." We hurried back across the square. Epor heaved the man into a sitting position as we gathered our parcels. "I need to get him in a bed and tend him." I looked up at the sky. "You two need to start checking the buildings before we lose the light."
Epor frowned. "Where?"
"There's a shrine to the Goddess over in that corner, Epor." I stood, and gathered up my parcels. "I can use it as a healing house. I'll be fine there."
"I don't like leaving you alone. I will go and—"
Isdra snorted out a laugh. "Takes longer to argue her out of it than it will to search." Epor shook his head, but he pulled the man up and back over his shoulder. "As you say, Warprize."
Thankfully the shrine was empty and quiet. It was a large space, with movable benches, used as a place of worship and a meeting area. In the back was a small sleeping room, with a hearth. No priest in residence from the looks of things. I had Epor deposit the sick man on the bed, and placed my packages on the side table within easy reach. Quickly, I stripped him of his clothing, then paused. There was a strong odor that not even the ginger could disguise. I pulled the cloth from my nose and was met with a foul, rank smell, coming from the body of my patient. Confused, I replaced the plugs and continued with my work. That was not a symptom of any plague that I knew of. What could this be? The Sweat? The Swellings?
I vaguely heard Epor and Isdra as they searched the shrine, but my focus was on my patient. He was unresponsive to my touch, cold and clammy skin, his breathing rough and uneven.
"Warprize."
His armpits weren't swollen, nor his neck. I reached for his groin to check-—
"Warprize."
His groin wasn't swollen, nor did he react as I pressed down. I'd start him on fever's foe and—
"I swear an ehat could charge though this room and she'd never note it." Epor's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing in the door, holding a bucket of water. Isdra was kneeling at the hearth, feeding a small fire, smiling at Epor's jest. Epor placed the bucket beside the hearth. "The back seems secure. It's surrounded by walls, and there's but a small house back there."
"Privy." I corrected, turning back to my patient.
Isdra leaned in to look at the man. "Do you know which illness it is, Warprize?"
"No." I got up to put some water to heat. "Not yet." Epor scratched his beard. "Makes sense that an invisible enemy is hard to track. But there's no bolt on the door, Warprize. Isdra will remain, and I will search."
"You don't lock the doors of a shrine, Epor." I answered absently, still intent on my patient. Then his meaning sunk in, and I snapped my head around. "Don't be foolish. You can move faster if there are two of you." They both got a mulish look on their faces, and I stood up.
"Fine. I will put a bench before the door. If anyone comes in, I'll scream. Will that satisfy you?"
Epor frowned, but it was Isdra who spoke. "Remember Marcus's lesson, Warprize. Death can come in an instant."
For a moment I remembered the touch of the blade at my throat, and the fear that went with it. He'd moved so fast. The fear was real, but I wasn't going to let it stop us from rendering aid.
"It will have to do. The quicker you leave, the quicker you will be done." Isdra looked at Epor, who shrugged. "We will do as much as we can before we lose the light."
"Remember the phrases I taught you?" I followed them out the door.
"Do not be afraid." Isdra spoke slowly in Xyian.
"We will take you to a healer." Epor had the words down, but his accent was terrible. Still, it would work. I closed the door behind them.
"I'm not leaving until I hear the bench." Isdra's voice floated through the door. Irritated, I dragged a bench over,
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