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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.”

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 through—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?”

“Nearly noon. Maytera Rose said you had to—is that a bird, Patera?”

Crane snapped, “Don’t jerk like that!”

“I was thinking of—of the bird that did this,” Silk finished weakly.

“You could have broken off the needle. How’d you like me fishing around in your arm for that?”

“It is a bird!” Maytera Marble pointed. “It hopped back that way. Into your kitchen, I suppose, Patera.”

“That’s the stairwell, actually,” Silk told her. “I’m surprised it’s still here.”

“It was a big black bird, and I think one of its wings must be broken. It wasn’t exactly dragging it but it wasn’t holding it right either, if you know what I mean. Is that the bird—? The one that—?”

“Just sit quietly,” Crane said. He was putting a fresh bandage on Silk’s arm.

Silk said, “No wonder it didn’t fly,” and Maytera Marble looked at him inquiringly.

“It’s the one that I’d intended to sacrifice, Maytera. It had only fainted or something—had a fit, or whatever birds do. I opened the kitchen window for it this morning so it could fly away, but I suppose I must have broken its wing when I was poking around on top of the larder with my walking stick.”

He held it up to show her. It reminded him of Blood, and Blood reminded him that he was going to have to explain to Maytera Marble—and if he was not extremely lucky, to Maytera Rose and Maytera Mint as well—exactly how he had received his injuries.

“On top of the larder, Patera?”

“Yes. The bird was up there then.” Still thinking of the explanation the sibyls would expect, he added, “It had flown up there, I suppose.”

Crane pulled a footstool into place and sat on it. “Up with your tunic now. Good. Shove your waistband down just a bit.”

Maytera Marble turned her head delicately away.

Silk asked, “If I’m able to catch that bird, will you set its wing for me?”

“I don’t know much horse-physic, but I can try. I’ve seen to Musk’s hawks once or twice.”