"You're fevered," Cherry said. "You should have told me you were wounded. Mark brought me when you wouldn't wake." She peeled the tatters of his shirt off and dusted powder in his wounds before sewing them up. She gave him a cup with water and a faint smell of herbs. Wolf drank it down and let the cup fall to the floor.
This time no dreams troubled his sleep.
***
Wolf woke and went downstairs to find some food. He was shocked at how weak he'd become. It was the middle of the day and most of the tables were empty. He went and sat beside Mark.
"I hope you don't mind," Mark said, "but when you wouldn't wake, I was worried that you had some poison from the Thing in you."
"It never occurred to me," Wolf said, "that I might need a healer." He peered beneath his shirt. "She has a tidy hand a
