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A Lick Of Frost :: Гамильтон Лорел
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The healer andI exchanged a look. The look was enough. She put a finger to her lips. I understood, or hoped I did. We wouldn't argue with the crazy man, not if we wanted to live. And I wanted to live. I carried our children. I would not die now.
Frost was gone, but there was a piece of him inside me, growing, alive. I would keep it that way. Goddess help me, please, help me escape in safety.
A male voice that was not Taranis spoke from behind her, "Do you smell flowers?"
"Yes," the healer said, and she gave me another look that was too knowing for comfort. She motioned at the male voice and he stepped into view. He was tall and blond and handsome, and the epitome of Seelie sidhe breeding. Except that he didn't look arrogant; he looked nervous, maybe even a little afraid. Good. I needed him not to be stupid.
I whispered, "Goddess help me."
The scent of roses was stronger. A breeze played along my bare skin, made the sheets on my legs move with the touch of it.
The guard looked toward where the breeze was coming from. The healer looked at me. She smiled, even as her eyes looked too grave for comfort. She bore a look that you never want to see on a doctor's face.
"How hurt am I?" I spoke softly and carefully.
"There may be bleeding inside your head."
"Yes," I said.
"Your eyes are equal. That is a good sign."
She meant that if one of my pupils had been fixed, I would be dying. So that was good news.
She began to mix herbs from her leather bag. I didn't know what everything was, but I knew enough of herbal medicine to caution her.
"I carry twins."
She leaned close to me and asked, "How long?"
"A month, a little more."
"There are many things I cannot give you then."
"Can you not lay hands on me?"
"No healer in this court retains that power. Is it true that some in your court do?" She whispered the last into my ear, so close her breath moved my hair.
I whispered back, "True."
"Ah," she said, and leaned back. There was a smile on her face now, and a new sense of contentment that had not been there before. The scent of roses was stronger. I half expected the strong perfume to make the nausea worse, but instead, it eased.
"Thank you, mother," I whispered.
"Would you feel better if your mother was with you?" the healer asked.
"No, absolutely no."
She nodded. "I will do my best to see that your wishes are met."
Which probably translated to my mother being insistent.
The healer andI exchanged a look. The look was enough. She put a finger to her lips. I understood, or hoped I did. We wouldn't argue with the crazy man, not if we wanted to live. And I wanted to live. I carried our children. I would not die now.
Frost was gone, but there was a piece of him inside me, growing, alive. I would keep it that way. Goddess help me, please, help me escape in safety.
A male voice that was not Taranis spoke from behind her, "Do you smell flowers?"
"Yes," the healer said, and she gave me another look that was too knowing for comfort. She motioned at the male voice and he stepped into view. He was tall and blond and handsome, and the epitome of Seelie sidhe breeding. Except that he didn't look arrogant; he looked nervous, maybe even a little afraid. Good. I needed him not to be stupid.
I whispered, "Goddess help me."
The scent of roses was stronger. A breeze played along my bare skin, made the sheets on my legs move with the touch of it.
The guard looked toward where the breeze was coming from. The healer looked at me. She smiled, even as her eyes looked too grave for comfort. She bore a look that you never want to see on a doctor's face.
"How hurt am I?" I spoke softly and carefully.
"There may be bleeding inside your head."
"Yes," I said.
"Your eyes are equal. That is a good sign."
She meant that if one of my pupils had been fixed, I would be dying. So that was good news.
She began to mix herbs from her leather bag. I didn't know what everything was, but I knew enough of herbal medicine to caution her.
"I carry twins."
She leaned close to me and asked, "How long?"
"A month, a little more."
"There are many things I cannot give you then."
"Can you not lay hands on me?"
"No healer in this court retains that power. Is it true that some in your court do?" She whispered the last into my ear, so close her breath moved my hair.
I whispered back, "True."
"Ah," she said, and leaned back. There was a smile on her face now, and a new sense of contentment that had not been there before. The scent of roses was stronger. I half expected the strong perfume to make the nausea worse, but instead, it eased.
"Thank you, mother," I whispered.
"Would you feel better if your mother was with you?" the healer asked.
"No, absolutely no."
She nodded. "I will do my best to see that your wishes are met."
Which probably translated to my mother being insistent.