Thanks for sticking with this: it's a bit longer than my other Dolengil tales, but its a bit more complicated a story.......
Desarlin turned to a horrified Calla and said, "You let us know how she does, all right?"
"Of course, as soon as I can."
With Calla's help, Dolengil carefully started to undress Dahanna.
The night soil collectors plowed through the protesting Farahins and left.
The under-steward, finally screwing up his courage, came up to Dolengil and Calla.
"Master, I am afraid I have to agree with Lord and Lady Farahin. This woman cannot be treated here! Think of the vile filth she brings in! We cannot have our brave boys exposed to such foulness!"
Dolengil, handing Calla the last of the broken pottery from Dahanna's back, paused only briefly, to spear the insect next to him. His eyes blazed, seeming to catch the sunlight---though none was near.
The insect squirmed, his face going pale. But he had not gotten his position by being an easily squashed insect.
"You cannot intimidate me, sir healer! I will go to your supervisor---"
"Master Atural is out on the battlefield today."
Dolengil's eyes went dark and intense as he continued. "I suggest that you take the Farahins and leave, unless you would like to see just how good my healing skills are."
Lord Dowhel, chin quivering, realized he would get no further. And the healer's thinly veiled threat made him a bit nervous.
Gathering the Farahins, he ushered them outside, having every intention of tracking down Master Atural when he re-entered Minas Tirith.
The Farahins were not happy at once again being thwarted in retrieving their son. But like Lord Dowhel, they realized the folly of continuing their protests, for the time being.
Calla sighed as she saw the retreating forms of the Farahins and their under-steward. Yawning, she continued to help Dolengil unclothe the unconscious Dahanna.
The injured woman's skin was cold and clammy, so surreptitiously, Dolengil heated the air around her with a quick spell, as he carefully examined her back.
Nothing was broken there thankfully. But her left leg. He shook his head at it. Bathing the cuts and bruises with warm water and herbs one of the other linen maids had brought, Dolengil left a damp towel on her back, as he and Calla gently turned the woman over.
Her face save for a few scratches easily dealt with, was unhurt as was her chest. Calla cleaned the rest of her body gently. Dolengil shook his head as he expertly examined her left leg. It was broken in two places and sighing deeply, he knew it would need more than a splint.
"Calla, we will have to prepare for surgery..."
She nodded, yawning again, and was about to turn and get his surgical kit, when he put a hand on her shoulder.
"No Calla. Get some sleep. I see Ginall is here. She and I will finish this."
Nodding again, Calla rubbed her eyes, too tired to protest, "I will see you this evening then."
"Yes. Sleep well Calla."
She looked at him one more time. "And your rest Master Dolengil?"
"Will be all the better for tending to your friend."
"Should I leave Keppi where she is? She won't bother the others if she wakens?"
"She will sleep Calla. Do not worry."
"All right." Calla rubbed her face and left.
Dolengil, with Ginall's help, proceeded with his surgery.
An hour later, as he was suturing up his incision, Master Parnil came by. Ginall, seeing by his expression he wanted to talk, left the two healers.
"I will go fetch the splints and bandages Master Doelngil."
"Thank you. And I'll need a strong pain reliever and a fever reducer as well. Two vials will do for now, but make sure you have more ready for later."
Master Parnil, watching the foreigner finish his exacting work, sighed unhappily. That under-steward Lord Dowhel had stopped him upon entering and poured out his tale of woe. He privately agreed with Dolengil's work, but publicly, he knew any adverse words about the Halls, and people would go elsewhere, which frequently led to worse problems down the line as the relied on quacks and home remedies.
"Master Dolengil, excellent work."
Not looking up, he tied off the last knot and lay a casual hand on the incision as he turned, sending healing energy to the wound. However the energy was not without cost, and Dolengil staggered a bit. He desperately needed rest.
Looking up at the slightly worried face of his fellow healer, he smiled under his face wrap. "You are here because Lord Dowhel has spoken to you, I presume."
"Yes, and mind you, I think the man is an idiot. But if the Halls are spoken of badly, then the populace tends to rely on less certain methods of healing and...."
"Would you have me turn this woman away? Her leg was broken in two places, and you see it required surgery to repair. Are her services to the city held in so little regard, that the......populace will not see her hurts tended here? Should she be treated like a rabid animal?" Dolengil, tired, had allowed his normally melodious voice to raise, actually making Parnal flinch. "Healing knows no limits Master Parnil. I cannot in good conscience limit my skills to only the wealthy or those deemed worthy by a select few. I cannot."
Knowing Ginall would make sure Dahanna was settled comfortably, Dolengil swept past the flustered Parnil and left the Halls.
Perhaps he should have never come. Humans!
Disgusted, he strode angrily to his lodgings and sleep, when it came, was a long time in coming.
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Desarlin turned to a horrified Calla and said, "You let us know how she does, all right?"
"Of course, as soon as I can."
With Calla's help, Dolengil carefully started to undress Dahanna.
The night soil collectors plowed through the protesting Farahins and left.
The under-steward, finally screwing up his courage, came up to Dolengil and Calla.
"Master, I am afraid I have to agree with Lord and Lady Farahin. This woman cannot be treated here! Think of the vile filth she brings in! We cannot have our brave boys exposed to such foulness!"
Dolengil, handing Calla the last of the broken pottery from Dahanna's back, paused only briefly, to spear the insect next to him. His eyes blazed, seeming to catch the sunlight---though none was near.
The insect squirmed, his face going pale. But he had not gotten his position by being an easily squashed insect.
"You cannot intimidate me, sir healer! I will go to your supervisor---"
"Master Atural is out on the battlefield today."
Dolengil's eyes went dark and intense as he continued. "I suggest that you take the Farahins and leave, unless you would like to see just how good my healing skills are."
Lord Dowhel, chin quivering, realized he would get no further. And the healer's thinly veiled threat made him a bit nervous.
Gathering the Farahins, he ushered them outside, having every intention of tracking down Master Atural when he re-entered Minas Tirith.
The Farahins were not happy at once again being thwarted in retrieving their son. But like Lord Dowhel, they realized the folly of continuing their protests, for the time being.
Calla sighed as she saw the retreating forms of the Farahins and their under-steward. Yawning, she continued to help Dolengil unclothe the unconscious Dahanna.
The injured woman's skin was cold and clammy, so surreptitiously, Dolengil heated the air around her with a quick spell, as he carefully examined her back.
Nothing was broken there thankfully. But her left leg. He shook his head at it. Bathing the cuts and bruises with warm water and herbs one of the other linen maids had brought, Dolengil left a damp towel on her back, as he and Calla gently turned the woman over.
Her face save for a few scratches easily dealt with, was unhurt as was her chest. Calla cleaned the rest of her body gently. Dolengil shook his head as he expertly examined her left leg. It was broken in two places and sighing deeply, he knew it would need more than a splint.
"Calla, we will have to prepare for surgery..."
She nodded, yawning again, and was about to turn and get his surgical kit, when he put a hand on her shoulder.
"No Calla. Get some sleep. I see Ginall is here. She and I will finish this."
Nodding again, Calla rubbed her eyes, too tired to protest, "I will see you this evening then."
"Yes. Sleep well Calla."
She looked at him one more time. "And your rest Master Dolengil?"
"Will be all the better for tending to your friend."
"Should I leave Keppi where she is? She won't bother the others if she wakens?"
"She will sleep Calla. Do not worry."
"All right." Calla rubbed her face and left.
Dolengil, with Ginall's help, proceeded with his surgery.
An hour later, as he was suturing up his incision, Master Parnil came by. Ginall, seeing by his expression he wanted to talk, left the two healers.
"I will go fetch the splints and bandages Master Doelngil."
"Thank you. And I'll need a strong pain reliever and a fever reducer as well. Two vials will do for now, but make sure you have more ready for later."
Master Parnil, watching the foreigner finish his exacting work, sighed unhappily. That under-steward Lord Dowhel had stopped him upon entering and poured out his tale of woe. He privately agreed with Dolengil's work, but publicly, he knew any adverse words about the Halls, and people would go elsewhere, which frequently led to worse problems down the line as the relied on quacks and home remedies.
"Master Dolengil, excellent work."
Not looking up, he tied off the last knot and lay a casual hand on the incision as he turned, sending healing energy to the wound. However the energy was not without cost, and Dolengil staggered a bit. He desperately needed rest.
Looking up at the slightly worried face of his fellow healer, he smiled under his face wrap. "You are here because Lord Dowhel has spoken to you, I presume."
"Yes, and mind you, I think the man is an idiot. But if the Halls are spoken of badly, then the populace tends to rely on less certain methods of healing and...."
"Would you have me turn this woman away? Her leg was broken in two places, and you see it required surgery to repair. Are her services to the city held in so little regard, that the......populace will not see her hurts tended here? Should she be treated like a rabid animal?" Dolengil, tired, had allowed his normally melodious voice to raise, actually making Parnal flinch. "Healing knows no limits Master Parnil. I cannot in good conscience limit my skills to only the wealthy or those deemed worthy by a select few. I cannot."
Knowing Ginall would make sure Dahanna was settled comfortably, Dolengil swept past the flustered Parnil and left the Halls.
Perhaps he should have never come. Humans!
Disgusted, he strode angrily to his lodgings and sleep, when it came, was a long time in coming.
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