Part 32 (1/2)
Lile looked at her curiously. ”Who else could have done as much?”
”You flatter yourself. Why, anyone else could have done as much. The king's wound was not so bad. It was merely”
Lile interrupted her. ”The king's wound was fatal.”
”What are you saying?”
Lile answered simply, ”When I came to him the king's body was cold and ready for the grave. True, the wound he received was not grievous, but those around him had not attended him properly. His life seeped away between the bandages of his ill-dressed wound while he slept. The fools summoned me when they could not rouse him, hoping, I think, to put his death on me.”
Charis had nothing to say. That her father had been more seriously hurt than anyone knew had not occurred to her. That he might have died she would never have guessed.
”Of course, when I revived him,” Lile continued, ”they all insisted his wound was nothing after all. Nothing!” Lile gave a short bark of a laugh. ”Then why send for me? You have never seen more worried, shame-faced, desperate men, I tell you.”
It was too much to take in all at once. So, putting it aside for the moment, Charis said, ”Given the chance, what would you do for me?”
”Your injury is deep inside”
”Which everyone knows.”
”A rib has broken just here,” explained Lile, touching the place on her own back where the injury was.
”A broken rib?”
”Very painful. What is more, a piece of the bone is pressing on the life cord which runs through the spine to the brain. More painful still, and no amount of rest will ever heal it.”
”I rested before and recovered.”
”And here you are, hurt again.”
”What do you propose with your jars and ointments?” asked Charis.
”The ointment is for your swollen cheek. As for the other, I propose to take out the sliver of bone so that you will heal properly.”
”Chirurgia? I will not allow it. I am not that badly hurt.”
”Not now perhaps, though there is the pain. But if you leave it, there is always the chance that the bone sliver will s.h.i.+ft and penetrate an organ-the damage will be much worse.”
”The Magi”
”The Magi refuse to accept ideas they themselves do not originate. Besides, I have stone tools as fine as anything made of metal. Stone can be consecrated; its energy for healing is strong and long-lasting.”
Charis gazed at the extraordinary woman. Lile gave the impression of being small and dark, though she was nearly as tall as Charis; her dusky aspect derived from huge dark eyes which dominated her features and from the long dark hair which glistened with a satiny sheen. Although her skin was light as alabaster, there was nevertheless a hint of something darker beneath the delicate surface-as if a richer, swarthier blood flowed in her veins. She was slender and graceful in her movements, but the grace had a studied feel, as if her every movement were consciously contrived.
”Why do you care?” asked Charis. ”About me, I mean.”
”I have told you,” Lile answered simply.
”Out of devotion to Mithras?”
”That, yes, and because you are my husband's daughter and the head of this house while he is indisposed.”
”I see.”
Lile looked at her frankly with her large dark eyes. ”We are sisters, Charis. There is no need for us to be enemies. I mean you no harm and whether you Believe it or not, I respect your father very much. I use my art to make him comfortable and” She hesitated and then said, ”To help him regain his health.”
Charis was certain she had been about to say something else. She replied, ”As you have spoken plainly, I will as well. I do not trust you, Lile. I do not know what you want. Whatever it is, you have achieved it by getting my father to marry you. Until I know more about you and your ambitions I will remain wary of you.”
”You express yourself well, Princess Charis. I understand.” The woman rose slowly and retrieved the medicine tray. She paused at the doorway and said, ”Do what you will about the chirurgia. If you change your mind, I stand ready to serve you.”
The next day Annubi came to see her, and Charis told him about her conversation with Lile. The king's advisor listened and the frown on his face deepened as Charis went on, until he raised his hands in horror and cried, ”Enough! I will not hear more!”
The violence of his reaction surprised her; she had expected concern but not outright anger. ”Annubi, why? What have I said to disturb you so?”
”Everything- it is lies. All lies!”
”But there must be a grain of truth in what she said. The Magi attending the king would not have summoned her if there was no need. If she did rescue my father from the grave, I can understand his dependence upon her now.”
”Fate favored her with an opportunity, no doubt. But she has made the most of it. She has twisted this whole unfortunate incident to her design. This Phrygian slave- did she tell you his name?”
Charis thought for a moment. ”Tothmos... Yes, Toth-mos, that was it.”
”You see? Her father's name was Tothmos. He He was the Phrygian a sailor no doubt. Her mother was probably gut-terborn and took to her bed the first man who would look at her.” was the Phrygian a sailor no doubt. Her mother was probably gut-terborn and took to her bed the first man who would look at her.”
”She never mentioned her mother,” mused Charis.
”The unhappy harlot opened her veins at first opportunity, I suppose.”
”But her art the healing, chirurgia, Mithras? She appeared so adept. She explained my injury to me perfectly, yet never laid a finger on me.”
”I am certain she has some minor skill- what with her stone instruments and all. The religion of Mithras and Isis is very old and was at one time very powerful.”
”Was?”
”It died out thousands of years ago.”
”Then how” began Charis.
”It has been revived- as a cult. It is currently much in vogue in some parts of the world, I am told. As her father was a sailor, it is not difficult to imagine that he would have encountered it on some voyage or other.”
”She seemed to know so much about medicine,” Charis countered doubtfully. She too had begun to frown.
”I do not deny she has a gift. But there are many G.o.ds who would bestow such a gift, Charis. And not all of them for the benefit of man.”
”Meaning?”
”If her skill is as great as she claims, why does the king not improve? It has been three years!”