"I"m good enough now, or think I am. Worryin" too much about Sel, maybe. Rabbit s.h.i.t on my grave."
In the past, Silk had carried a basin of water up the stairs to his bedroom and washed himself in decent privacy; that was out of the question now. After closing and locking both, he covered the Silver Street window with the dishrag and a dish towel, and the garden window (which looked
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toward the cen.o.by) with a heavy gray blanket he had stored on the highest shelf of the sellaria closet against the return of winter.
Retreating to the darkest corner of the kitchen, almost to the stair, he removed all his clothing and gave himself the cold bath he had been longing for, lathering his whole body from the crown of his head to the top of his cast, then sponging the suds away with clean, cool water fresh from the well.
Dripping and somewhat refreshed, yet so fatigued that he seriously considered stretching himself on the kitchen floor, he examined his discarded clothing. The trousers, he decided, were still salvageable: with a bit of mending, they might be worn again, as he had worn them before, while he patched the manteion"s roof or performed similar ch.o.r.es. He emptied their pockets, dropping his prayer beads, Blood"s two cards, and the rest on the scarred old kitchen table. The tunic was ruined, but would supply useful rags after a good laundering; he tossed it into the wash basket on top of his trousers and undershorts, dried those parts of himself that had not been dried already by the baking heat of the kitchen with a clean dish towel, and made his way up to bed. If it had not been for the pain in his ankle, he would have been half asleep before he pa.s.sed the bedroom door.
His donkey was lost in the yellow house. Shards of the tumbler Blood broke with Hyacinth"s golden needier cracked under the donkey"s hooves, and a horned owl as big as a Flier circled overhead awaiting the moment to pounce. Seeing the double punctures the owl had left half concealed in the hair at the back of Teasel"s neck, he shuddered.
The donkey fastened its teeth in his ankle like a dog. Though he flailed at it with Sphigx"s walking stick, it would not let go.
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Mother was riding Auk"s big gray donkey sidesaddle-he saw her across the skylit rooftops, but he could not cry out. When he reached the place, her old wooden bust of the calde lay among the fallen leaves; he picked it up, and it became the ball. He thrust it into his pocket and woke.
His bedroom was hot and filled with sunlight, his naked body drenched with sweat Sitting up, he drank deeply from the tepid water jug. The rusty cash-box key was still in its place and was of great importance. As he lay down again, he remembered that it was Hyacinth whom he had locked away.
A black-clad imp with a blood-red sword stood upon his chest to study him, its head c.o.c.ked to one side. He stirred and it fled, fluttering like a little flag.
Hard dry rain blew through the window and rolled across the floor, bringing with it neither wind nor respite from the heat. Silk groaned and buried his perspiring face in the pillow.
It was Maytera Marble who woke him at last, calling his name through the open window. His mind still sluggish with sleep, he tried to guess how long he had slept, concluding only that it had not been long enough.
He staggered to his feet. The busy little clock beside his triptych declared that it was after eleven, nearly noon. He struggled to recall the positions of its hands when he had permitted himself to fall into bed. Eight, or after eight, or possibly eight-thirty. Teasel, poor little Teasel, had been bitten by an owl-or by a devil. A devil with wings, if it had come in through her window, and thus a devil twice impossible. Silk blinked and yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Patera? Are you up there?"
She might see him if he went near the window. Fumbling in a drawer for clean underclothes, he called, "What is it, Maytera?"
"A doctor! He says he"s come to treat you! Are you hurt, Patera?"
"Wait a moment." Silk pulled on his best trousers, the only pair that remained, and crossed the room to the window, twice stepping painfully on pebbles.
Maytera Marble waited in the little path, her upturned face flashing in the hot sunshine. Doctor Crane stood beside her, a shabby brown medical bag in one hand.
"May every G.o.d favor you both this morning," Silk called down politely.
Crane waved his free hand in response. "Sphigxday and Hieraxday, remember? That"s when I"m in this part of town! Today"s Sphigxday. Let me in!"
"As soon as I get dressed," Silk promised.
With the help of Blood"s lioness-headed walking stick, he hobbled downstairs. His arm and ankle seemed more painful than ever; he told himself firmly that it was only because the palliating effects of the drug Crane had given him the night before-and of the potent drinks he had imprudently sampled-had worn off.
Limping and wincing, he hurried into the kitchen. The heterogeneous collection of items he had left on the table there was rapidly transferred to his clean trousers, with only momentary hesitation over Hyacinth"s gleaming needier.
"Patera f"
His blanket still covered the garden window; resisting the temptation to pull it down, he lurched painfully into the sellaria, flung open the door, and began introductions. "Maytera, this is Doctor Crane-"
Maytera Marble nodded demurely, and the physician said, "We"ve already met. I was tossing gravel through your window-I was pretty sure it was yours, since I could hear you snoring up there-when Marble discovered me and introduced herself."
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Maytera Marble asked, "Did you send for him, Patera? He must be new to our quarter."
"I don"t live here," Crane explained. "I only make a few calls here, two days a week. My other patients are all late sleepers," he winked at Silk, "but I hoped that Silk would
be up."
Silk looked rueful. "I was a late sleeper myself, I"m
afraid, today at least."
"Sorry I had to wake you, but I thought I might give you a ride when we"re dirough-it"s not good for you to walk too much on that ankle." By a gesture Crane indicated the sellaria. "I"d like to have you sitting down. Can we go inside?"
Maytera Marble ventured, "If I might watch you, Patera? Through the doorway . . ?"
"Yes," Silk said. There should be ample opportunity to speak with Crane in private on the way to the yellow house. "Certainly, Maytera, if you wish."
"I hadn"t known. Maytera Rose told Maytera Mint and me at breakfast, though she didn"t seem to know a lot about it. You-you were testy with her, I think."
"Yes, very much so." Silk nodded sadly as he retreated into the sellaria, guilt overlaying the pain from his ankle. Maytera Rose had been hungry, beyond question, and he had turned her away. She had been inquisitive too, of course; but she could not help that. No doubt her intentions had been good-or at least no doubt she had told herself they were, and had believed it. How selflessly she had served the manteion for sixty years! Yet only this morning he had refused her.
He dropped into the nearest of the stiff old chairs, then stood again and shifted it two cubits so that Maytera Marble could watch from the doorway.
"All right if I put my bag on this little table here?" Crane stepped to his left, away from the doorway. There was no
table there, but he opened his bag, held up a shapeless dark bundle so that Silk could see it (though Maytera Marble could not), dropped it on the floor, and set his bag beside it "Now then, Silk. The arm first, I think."
Silk pushed up his sleeve and held out his injured arm.
Bright scissors Silk recalled from the previous night snipped away the bandages. "You probably think your ankle"s worse, and in a way it is. But there"s an excellent chance of blood-poisoning here, and that"s no joke. Your ankle"s not going to kill you-not unless we"re playing in the worst sort of luck, anyway." Crane scrutinized the wounds under a tiny, brilliant light, muttered to himself, and bent to sniff them. "All right so far, but I"m going to give you a booster."
To keep his mind from the ampule, Silk said, "I"m very sorry I missed our prayers this morning. What time is it, Maytera?"