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They both wished her a good night's sleep. Her head was spinning as she lay
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down, but pleasantly, and she drifted into sleep very quickly.
Torlo arrived with a tray of food just as she was waking up.
'Not as sore today?'
'Not all over but my leg . . .' She pulled the quilt back so he could see.
'Hmmm. Need more on that one. Went in at an angle. I'm calling Beveny.'
'Oh, really . . . I'd rather . . . Surely Penda knows what the healer made up
for me...'
'She does but we want the healer to speak about your injuries to Lord Groghe.'
Tenna was dismayed now. A runner didn't go to the Lord Holder without real
cause for complaint and her injuries were not that serious.
'Now, see here, young runner,' and Torlo waggled a finger at her, 'I'm station
master and I say we take this to the Lord Holder on account of it shouldna
happened at all.'
Beveny recommended a long soak in the tub and provided her with an astringent
to use in the water.
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'I'll leave more poultice with Penda. We want that final sliver out. See . .
.' and he pointed to the thin, almost invisible hairs of the sticklebush which
had come from the arm puncture. 'We want another of these fellows on the pad,
not in you.'
Two more had also erupted from the puncture wounds and he carefully covered
all three pads with glass slides which he tied together.
'Soak at least an hour, Tenna,' he told her. 'You're to take it very handy
today, too. Don't want that sliver to work any further down in your flesh.'
She shuddered at the thought of an evil-looking hair loose in her body.
'Don't worry. It'll be out by evening,' Beveny said, grinning reassuringly.
'And you'll be dancing with us.'
'Oh, I'll have to run on as soon as I'm able,' she said earnestly.
Beveny's grin broadened. 'What? And do me out of my dance with you?' Then his
expression turned professional. 'I can't release you as fit to run yet, you
know. I'd want to see those puncture marks healing. Especially in the shin
where just the dirt and dust of a run could be imbedded and cause a repeat
infection. The wounds may seem,' and he emphasized the word, 'insignificant
but I've tended a lot of runners and I know the hazards of the trace.'
'Oh,' Tenna said meekly.
'Right. Oh!' And he grinned again, pressing her shoulder with a kindly
squeeze. 'You will make your first Cross. Now rest. You runners are a breed
apart, you know.'
With that reminder, he left her to make her way to the bathroom.
Rosa, Spacia, Grolly - in fact, all the runners at the Fort Station - were in
and out, groaning over the special messages that needed to be delivered to the
Fort Crafthalls, the Lord Holder, the Harper Hall, coming from the 'backside
of beyond' as Rosa termed it.
'Don't mind us,' Rosa said when Tenna began to feel as if she ought to be
doing her share. 'It's always like this just before a Gather and we always
complain, but the Gather makes up for it. Which reminds me, you don't have
anything to wear.'
'Oh, no, don't worry about me...'
'Nonsense,' Spacia said. 'We will if we want to and we do.' She gave Tenna's
long frame an intent look and then shook her head. 'Well, nothing we have
would fit.' Both girls were shorter than
Tenna by a full head and, while neither carried much flesh, they were stockier
than the eastern girl.
Then both turned to each other in the same instant and snapped their fingers.
'Silvina!' they exclaimed in chorus.
'C'mon,' Spacia said and reached for Tenna's hand. 'You can walk, can't you?'
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'Oh, yes but -'
'On your feet then, runner,' Rosa said and took Tenna's other arm, assisting
her to an upright position. 'Silvina's headwoman at the Harper Hall and she
always has good things.'
'But . . . I . . .' and then Tenna gave up protesting. It was obvious from the
determined expressions on the two runners' faces that they would brook no
argument.
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'You're taking her to Silvina?' Penda asked, sidling out of the kitchen.
'Good. I've nothing here to fit her and she's got to look her best when she
meets that wretch, Haligon.'
'Why?' Tenna suspiciously wanted to know. Why would she need to look her best
just to give
Haligon what-for?
'Why, to maintain the reputation of Fort Station, of course,' Rosa said with
an impish grin. 'We've our pride, you know, and you may be a visitor but
you're here, now,' and she pointed emphatically to the ground, 'and must be
presentable.'
'Not that you aren't,' Spacia hastily added, being slightly more tactful than
Rosa, 'except we want you more so than ever.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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They both wished her a good night's sleep. Her head was spinning as she lay
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down, but pleasantly, and she drifted into sleep very quickly.
Torlo arrived with a tray of food just as she was waking up.
'Not as sore today?'
'Not all over but my leg . . .' She pulled the quilt back so he could see.
'Hmmm. Need more on that one. Went in at an angle. I'm calling Beveny.'
'Oh, really . . . I'd rather . . . Surely Penda knows what the healer made up
for me...'
'She does but we want the healer to speak about your injuries to Lord Groghe.'
Tenna was dismayed now. A runner didn't go to the Lord Holder without real
cause for complaint and her injuries were not that serious.
'Now, see here, young runner,' and Torlo waggled a finger at her, 'I'm station
master and I say we take this to the Lord Holder on account of it shouldna
happened at all.'
Beveny recommended a long soak in the tub and provided her with an astringent
to use in the water.
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'I'll leave more poultice with Penda. We want that final sliver out. See . .
.' and he pointed to the thin, almost invisible hairs of the sticklebush which
had come from the arm puncture. 'We want another of these fellows on the pad,
not in you.'
Two more had also erupted from the puncture wounds and he carefully covered
all three pads with glass slides which he tied together.
'Soak at least an hour, Tenna,' he told her. 'You're to take it very handy
today, too. Don't want that sliver to work any further down in your flesh.'
She shuddered at the thought of an evil-looking hair loose in her body.
'Don't worry. It'll be out by evening,' Beveny said, grinning reassuringly.
'And you'll be dancing with us.'
'Oh, I'll have to run on as soon as I'm able,' she said earnestly.
Beveny's grin broadened. 'What? And do me out of my dance with you?' Then his
expression turned professional. 'I can't release you as fit to run yet, you
know. I'd want to see those puncture marks healing. Especially in the shin
where just the dirt and dust of a run could be imbedded and cause a repeat
infection. The wounds may seem,' and he emphasized the word, 'insignificant
but I've tended a lot of runners and I know the hazards of the trace.'
'Oh,' Tenna said meekly.
'Right. Oh!' And he grinned again, pressing her shoulder with a kindly
squeeze. 'You will make your first Cross. Now rest. You runners are a breed
apart, you know.'
With that reminder, he left her to make her way to the bathroom.
Rosa, Spacia, Grolly - in fact, all the runners at the Fort Station - were in
and out, groaning over the special messages that needed to be delivered to the
Fort Crafthalls, the Lord Holder, the Harper Hall, coming from the 'backside
of beyond' as Rosa termed it.
'Don't mind us,' Rosa said when Tenna began to feel as if she ought to be
doing her share. 'It's always like this just before a Gather and we always
complain, but the Gather makes up for it. Which reminds me, you don't have
anything to wear.'
'Oh, no, don't worry about me...'
'Nonsense,' Spacia said. 'We will if we want to and we do.' She gave Tenna's
long frame an intent look and then shook her head. 'Well, nothing we have
would fit.' Both girls were shorter than
Tenna by a full head and, while neither carried much flesh, they were stockier
than the eastern girl.
Then both turned to each other in the same instant and snapped their fingers.
'Silvina!' they exclaimed in chorus.
'C'mon,' Spacia said and reached for Tenna's hand. 'You can walk, can't you?'
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'Oh, yes but -'
'On your feet then, runner,' Rosa said and took Tenna's other arm, assisting
her to an upright position. 'Silvina's headwoman at the Harper Hall and she
always has good things.'
'But . . . I . . .' and then Tenna gave up protesting. It was obvious from the
determined expressions on the two runners' faces that they would brook no
argument.
468
'You're taking her to Silvina?' Penda asked, sidling out of the kitchen.
'Good. I've nothing here to fit her and she's got to look her best when she
meets that wretch, Haligon.'
'Why?' Tenna suspiciously wanted to know. Why would she need to look her best
just to give
Haligon what-for?
'Why, to maintain the reputation of Fort Station, of course,' Rosa said with
an impish grin. 'We've our pride, you know, and you may be a visitor but
you're here, now,' and she pointed emphatically to the ground, 'and must be
presentable.'
'Not that you aren't,' Spacia hastily added, being slightly more tactful than
Rosa, 'except we want you more so than ever.' [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]