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.The wounded Tsurani cried out, and began to struggle, but Richard grabbed hold of him, ‘It’s all right; you’ll be all right,’ he began to say over and over.‘Damn it, priest, he’s bleeding to death!’ Gregory cried.‘Just shut up and get the hot knife from the fire!’The priest continued to push the arrow through the wound, finally pulling it out and flinging it aside.He picked his dagger back up, cut the exit wound wider and, using one of the brass clamps, pulled the wound apart.He motioned for the wounded man’s comrade to hold the clamp.Taking a pair of tweezers from his kit he reached into the wound, drawing the artery which was spurting blood.‘Not the main one, thank the Goddess,’ he muttered, even as Gregory knelt by his side, holding the now-glowing dagger fresh from the fire, the hilt wrapped with a piece of smouldering canvas.The priest took the dagger, cursing when he singed his fingertips, then deftly touched the blade against the artery.A steamy cloud of boiling blood hissed up from the wound.The man jerked, trying to kick, but Richard held him tight.He realized that for some strange reason he was beginning to cry.This is a Tsurani, damn it.He felt a wave of anger for the man even as he held him tight and continued to try and reassure him.‘Almost done,’ the priest announced.He drew out the hot dagger, turned, and then cauterized the entry wound.Finally he drew out the boiled bandages, stuffed both wounds, then tightly wrapped a compress around the leg.‘We’ll stitch him up later, I want to keep it open so I can get in quick in case he starts to bleed again.’The whole operation had taken no more than a couple of minutes.The priest sat back, then took the hand of the Tsurani who had been helping and guided it to a pressure point above the wound to help slow the bleeding.‘All right Richard, you did well, son.’Richard, shaking, looked down at the Tsurani.There were tears in the corner of the man’s eyes and he suddenly realized just how young his enemy was: about the same age as himself and the wounded Kingdom soldier with the broken leg.The Tsurani was obviously struggling for control, looking up at Richard in confusion, his emotions mixed between gratitude and hatred for an enemy.The priest knelt, softly muttered a prayer and made a sign of blessing over the wound, finishing by lightly touching the man’s forehead again.Wiping the now-cooled daggers, he bundled up his kit and then picked up the arrow, which was covered with blood, and a hunk of flesh still on the barbs.‘Evil weapon,’ he sighed, ‘No bone splinters though; he just might make it.’He tossed the arrow aside.The room was silent: all were staring at him.‘I’m pledged to healing,’ the priest said, ‘it doesn’t matter who.’ He looked back over at Richard.‘You’re a brave lad for helping.’The Tsurani Patrol Leader approached, bowed to the priest and said something.Corwin looked over at Gregory.‘He said that the wounded man, Osami, now owes you a debt which the clan must honour.If we fight and they don’t kill you, they must make you a slave.So if we fight, they’ll let you leave before they kill all of us, so they won’t have to capture or kill you.’ Gregory explained.Corwin said nothing for a moment and then began to chuckle softly.‘Hell, tell him I think you’re all crazy,’ Corwin replied.‘When you’re done killing each other I’ll take all your coins, and whatever the Tsurani use, and consider it a donation to the church.’Gregory translated and now the Tsurani laughed.The tension in the room eased for a moment.Gregory knelt next to Corwin.‘You a chirugeon?’ He pointed to the small kit Corwin had used and was now cleaning ready to put away.The priest shrugged.‘As a boy I apprenticed to one for a while.’‘What happened?’ asked the Ranger.‘Get the calling?’Putting away his medical tools, the priest said, ‘No, that came later.I was a mercenary for a while.’Remembering how frightened the priest had been when they had first met, Gregory could barely hide his surprise.‘A mercenary?’Corwin nodded.‘Not all mercenaries are swordsmen, Ranger.I have no skill with blade or bow.I earned my living with a company of engineers building siege machines.Give me two men with axes and in less than a day I can turn a tree into a ram that would knock down that stone wall out there in under ten minutes.Throw in a pair of hammers and one bow saw, and I can do it in six hours.’ He paused as if remembering.‘Saw most of my fighting from a distance, though I’ve had a few close calls under a wall or two, trying to collapse a foundation.’ He smiled at Gregory’s blank expression.‘I used to be a fair sapper, too.’ He sighed and lost his smile.‘And I had more than my share of practice keeping other men alive, I can tell you.’ He stood, and Gregory did as well.‘Then I got the calling and entered the temple.’Gregory nodded.‘I though you priests used your magic to heal.’Corwin shrugged.‘Like anything else, healing magic takes talent.Some brothers could heal every man here in a couple of days.A rare few can lay on hands and make a wound vanish or a bone heal in an hour.I have no such gift.I have to rely on my tools and prayer.The bit of “magic” I used to calm the boy is simply a healer’s trick; anyone can learn it.’Gregory didn’t comment.Sighing with fatigue, Corwin said, ‘Besides, I never said I was a particularly good priest, did I?’‘Guard change, five minutes!’Both Gregory and Corwin looked to see Dennis standing in the doorway, Asayaga by his side, shouting the same order in Tsurani.A chorus of curses and groans greeted the order.Richard pushed through the press of men, reaching the place where he had hung up his outer coat, jerkin, boots and socks.They had yet to dry, and slipping on the damp woollen socks and sodden boots he grimaced.A Tsurani was sitting beside him, mumbling under his breath as he wrapped on his footcloths and then laced up the heavy sandals.Their eyes caught for a second and this time Richard did not lower his gaze.Again the impenetrable stare.The one-eyed man came past the two, barked something at the Tsurani and continued on.There was a look in the man’s eyes and Richard for the first time felt that he could understand something about these alien invaders, for he recognized the mixture of respect and hatred all soldiers hold for good sergeants.He almost smiled at the reaction.Again their eyes held and there seemed to be a brief instant in which the Tsurani was ready to smile as well
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