“And yet Drohzne allowed you to bring this woman to a healer?”
The little man looked doubtful. │思│兔│網│
“No, he wouldn’t have let us, I’m sure,” Elena said flatly. “But
please—she’s bleeding and she’s going to have a baby….”
Dr. Meggar’s eyebrows went up and down. But without asking
anyone to leave while he treated her, he pulled out an old-fashioned
stethoscope and listened carefully to Ulma’s heart and lungs. He smelled
her breath, and then gently palpated her abdomen below Elena’s bloody
camisole, all with a professional air, before tipping to her lips a brown
bottle, from which she drank a few sips, then sank back, her eyes
fluttering closed.
“Now,” the little man said, “she’s resting comfortably. She’ll need
quite a bit of stitching of course, and you could use a few stitches
yourself, but that’s as your master says, I suppose.” Dr. Meggar said the
word master with a definite implication of dislike. “But I can almost
promise you that she won’t die. About her babe I don’t know. It may
come out marked as a result of this business—striped birthmarks,
perhaps—or it may be perfectly all right. But with food and rest”—Dr.
Meggar’s eyebrows went up and down again, as if the doctor would
have liked to say this to Master Drohzne’s fac