"All the girls," Richard repeated. He held a tight grip on his anger. "Yeah. We all saw him. Except Rose. She never got a chance, 'cause she.." "So, Drefan didn't have a.. favorite?" Richard had been hoping that Drefan had confined himself to one woman he liked, and that maybe she would be one who was healthy, at least.'s brow wrinkled up. "How can a healer have a favorite?" "Well, I mean, was there one he preferred, or did he just take who was available?" The woman stuck a finger into her mat of red hair and scratched her scalp. "I think you got the wrong idea about Drefan, Lord Rahl. He never touched us.. in that way. He only came here to do his healing." "He came here to heal?"
"Yeah," Bridget said. Silas nodded his agreement. "Half the girls had something or other. Rashes and sores and such. Most people who sell herbs and cures don't want to help our kind, so we just live with our ailments.
"Drefan told us how he wanted us to wash. He gave us herbs, and unguents to put on the sores. He came twice before, real late, after we was done, so as not to interfere with us earning a living. He checked on the girls' children, too. Drefan was special kind with the children. One had a bad cough, and he got better after Drefan gave him something to take.
"He came checking on us early this morning. After he saw one of the girls, he went to Rose's room, to check on her. That's when he found her. He came flying out of her room after what he saw and was calling out"-she pointed at the floor at Richard's feet-"between throwing up. We all rushed out in the hall and saw him there, on his knees, heaved his guts out right there." "So he didn't come here to… to… and he never-" Bridget guffawed. "I offered-no charge, since he helped me and all with what he gave me. He said that that wasn't why he had come. He said he only wanted to help, that he was a healer.
"I offered, mind you, and I can be very persuasive"-she winked-"but he said no. He has a real handsome smile, he does. Just like yours. Lord Rahl."
"Enter," came the response to Richard's knock.was kneeling before his array of candles set about on the table against the wall. His head was bowed, and his hands were folded in supplication. "I hope I'm not interrupting," Richard said.looked back over his shoulder and then stood. His eyes reminded Richard of Darken Rahl. Drefan had the same blue eyes, with the same indefinably odd, unsettling look in them. Richard couldn't help being disquieted by them. It sometimes made him feel as if Darken Rahl himself were staring at him.who had lived in fear of Darken Rahl were probably terrified when they looked into Richard's eyes, too. "What are you doing?" Richard asked.
"Praying to the good spirits to watch over the soul of someone." "Whose soul?"sighed. He looked tired and doleful. "The soul of a woman no one cared about." "A woman named Rose?"nodded. "How did you know about her?" He waved off his own question. "Forgive me-I wasn't thinking. You're the Lord Rahl. I expect you get reports of such things."
"Yes, well, I do hear about things." Richard spotted something new in the room. "I see you've taken to brightening up the decor."saw where Richard was looking, and went to the chair beside the bed. He returned with a small pillow. He ran his fingers lovingly over the rose embroidered on it.
"This was hers. They didn't know where she came from, so Silas-he's the man who runs the house-Silas insisted I take this for the small help I offer the women there. I won't accept their money. If they had money to spare, they wouldn't be doing what they do."wasn't an expert, but the embroidered rose looked to be done with care. "Do you think she made it?"shrugged. "Silas didn't know. Maybe she did. Maybe she saw it somewhere and bought it because it had a rose on it, like her name." He gently nibbled his thumb back and forth across the rose as he stared at it. "Drefan, what are you doing going to.. to places like that? There's no shortage of people needing healing. We have soldiers here who were wounded down by the pit. There's plenty for you lo do. Why were you going to whorehouses?"dragged a finger down the stem of green thread. "I'm seeing to the soldiers. I go on my own time, before people are up and need me." "But why go there at all?"'s eyes welled with tears as he stared at the rose on the pillow. "My mother was a whore," he whispered. "I am the son of a whore. Some of those women have children. I could have been any one of them.
"Just like Rose, my mother took the wrong man to her bed. No one knew Rose. No one knew who she was, or where she came from. I don't even know my own mother's name-she wouldn't tell the healers she left me with. Only that she was a whore."
"Drefan, I'm sorry. That was a pretty stupid question." "No, it was a perfectly logical question. No one cares about those women, I mean cares about them as people. They get beaten bloody by the men who come to them. They catch terrible diseases. They're scorned by other people.
"Herb sellers don't want them coming into their shops-it gives them a reputation and then decent people won't come around. Many of the things those women have, even I don't know how to cure. They suffer sad, lingering deaths. Just for money. Some of them are drunks, and the men prostitute them and pay them with liquor. They're drunk all the time and don't know the difference.
"Some of them think they'll find a rich man and be his mistress. They think they will please him and gain his favor. Like my mother. Instead, they have bastard children, like me."was mentally wincing. He had been ready to believe that Drefan was an unfeeling opportunist. "Well, if it makes you feel any better. I'm the son of that bastard, too."looked lip and smiled. "I guess so. At least your mother loved you. Mine didn't. She didn't even leave me her name."
"Don't say that, Drefan. Your mother loved you. She took you to a place where you would be safe, didn't she?"nodded. "And left me there with people she didn't know." "But she left you because she had to, so that you would be safe. Can you imagine how that must have hurt her? Can you imagine how it must have broken her heart to leave you with strangers? She must have loved you a great deal to do that for you."smiled. "Wise words, my brother. With a mind like that. you might make something of yourself, someday."returned the smile. "Sometimes, we have to do desperate things to save the ones we love. I have a grandfather who has great admiration for acts of desperation. I think, with your mother. I'm beginning to understand what he means." "Grandfather?"
"My mother's father." Richard idly stroked a finger along the raised gold wire spelling out the word TRUTH On the hilt of his sword. "One of the greatest men I've ever had the honor of knowing. My mother died when I was young, and my father-the man I thought was my father-was often gone on his business as a trader. Zedd practically raised me. I guess I'm more Zedd than anyone else."had the gift. Richard had inherited the gift not only from Darken Rahl, but also from Zedd, from his mother's side as well as his father's. From both bloodlines. Richard found comfort in knowing that the gift of a good man flowed in his veins, and not just that of Darken Rahl. "Is he still living?"looked away from Drefan's blue. Darken Rahl eyes. "I believe he is. I don't think anyone else does, but I do. Sometimes I feel like if I don't believe, then he will be dead."laid a hand on Richard's shoulder. "Then keep believing; you may be right. You're fortunate to have a family. I know, because I don't." "You do now, Drefan. You have a brother, at least, and soon a sister-in-law." "Thanks, Richard. That means a lot to me."
"How about you? I hear you have half the women in the palace chasing after you. Any of them special?"smiled distantly. "Girls, that's all. Girls who think they know what they want and are impressed by foolish things that shouldn't matter. I see them all batting their eyelashes at you, too. Some people are drawn to power. People like my mother." "Me! You're seeing things."turned serious. "Kahlan is beautiful. You're a fortunate man to have a woman of such substance and noble character. A woman like that only comes along once in a lifetime, and then only if the good spirits smile on you."
"I know. I'm the luckiest man alive." Richard stared off. thinking about the prophecy, and the things he had read in Kolo's journal. "Life wouldn't be worth living without her."laughed and slapped Richard on the back. "If you weren't my brother, and a good one besides. I'd steal her from you and have her for myself. On second thought, you'd better be careful, I may yet decide to have her." Richard smiled with him. "I'll be careful."pointed an admonishing finger at Richard. "You treat her right." "I'd not know how lo do otherwise." Richard swept a hand out, indicating the small, simple room, and changed the subject. "What are you still doing here? We can find you better quarters than this."gazed about at his room. "This is a king's room compared to my quarters at home. We live simply. This room is almost more ostentation than I can bear." His brow drew down. "It isn't what kind of house you have that matters. This is not happiness. It's what kind of mind you have, and how you care for your fellow man-what you can do to help others who can be helped by no one else."adjusted the bands at his wrists. They made him sweat under the leather pads. "You're right, Drefan."hadn't even realized it, but he had come to be used to his surroundings. Since he had left Hartland, he had seen many splendid places. His own home, back in Hartland, wasn't nearly as nice as this plain room, and he had been happy there. He had been happy being a woods guide., as Drefan said, a person had to help others who could be helped in no other way. He was stuck with being Lord Rahl. Kahlan was the balance. Now, all he had to do was find the Temple of the Winds before he lost it all.least he had a woman he loved more than he would ever have thought possible, and now, too, he had a brother. "Drefan, do you know the meaning of Raug'Moss?" "I was taught that it's old High D'Haran, meaning 'Divine Wind. " "Do you know High D'Haran?"brushed back his tumbled-down blond hair. "Just that word." "I hear that you're their leader. You've done well for yourself to become the leader of a community of healers."
"It's the only life I've ever known. Being the High Priest, though, mostly means that they have someone to blame when things go wrong. If someone we try to help doesn't gel better, the healers point in my direction and say, 'He is our leader. Talk to him. Being High Priest means I have to read the reports and records, and try to explain to distraught relatives that we are only healers, and we can't revoke the Keeper's call. Sounds more impressive than it is, really."
"I'm sure you exaggerate. I'm proud that you've done well. What are the Raug'Moss? Where do they come from?"
"Legend has it that the Raug'Moss were founded thousands of years ago by wizards whose gift was for healing. The gift began dying out in the race of man, and wizards, especially ones gifted for healing, became more and more rare."told Richard the story of how the community of the Raug'Moss started to change as wizards began dying out. Worried that their work would die out with them, the healers, the wizard healers, decided to take in apprentices without the gift. Over time, there were fewer and fewer wizards to oversee the work, until long ago the last of the wizards died.sounded to Richard much like reading in Kolo's journal how different the Keep had been in that time long past when it was filled with wizards and their families.
"Now, there are no gifted among us," Drefan said. "The Raug'Moss were taught many keys of health and healing, but we have nowhere near the talent of the wizards of old; we have no magic to aid us. We do what we can, with the teachings the true healers of old passed down, but we can only do so much. It's a simple life. a hard life. but it has rewards that comforts of belongings can't provide." "I understand. It must be the best feeling in the world to help people." Drefan's face took on a curious set. "What of you? What is your gift? Your talent?"looked away from Drefan's eyes. His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword.
"I was born a war wizard," he whispered. "I have been named fuer- grissa ost drauka. High D'Haran for 'the bringer of death. The room fell quiet.cleared his throat. "I was pretty distraught by that. at first, but since then I've come to understand that being a war wizard means that I have been born to help others, by protecting them from those who would enslave them. From those like our bastard father-Darken Rahl."
"I understand." Drefan said into the uneasy silence. "Sometimes the best use of our ability is to kill-such as to end a life that has no hope but pain. or to end the life of one who would bring endless pain to others."rubbed a thumb over the symbols on the silver bands at his wrist. "Yes. I understand what you mean by that. now. I don't think I did. before. We both must do things that we don't like, but which must be done."smiled a small smile. "Not many, other than my healers, ever understand it. I'm glad you do. Sometimes killing is the greatest of charity. I am careful to whom I speak those words. It is good to have my brother understand them." "The same with me, Drefan."Richard could ask more, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Raina poked her head in. Her long, dark braid fell forward over her shoulder. "Lord Rahl, do you have a moment?" "What is it. Raina?"rolled her eyes, indicating someone behind her. "Nadine wishes to see you. She seems upset about something, and will only speak to you."Richard gestured, Raina opened the door a little wider and Nadine pushed her way in, oblivious to Raina's scowl.
"Richard. You have to come with me." She took up his hand in both of hers. "Please? Please, Richard, come with me? There's someone here who desperately needs to see you." "Who?"looked to be genuinely troubled. She tugged on his hand. "Please, Richard." Richard was still wary. "Mind if I bring Drefan along?" "Of course not. I was going to ask that you did." "Let's go, then, if it's really important." She held his hand tight and dragged him behind her.28spotted Kahlan coming down the hall toward him. She frowned at seeing Nadine pulling him along by the hand. Drefan, Raina, Ulic, and Egan trailed behind him as they all wove their way past palace staff going about their chores, and soldiers on patrol. Richard shrugged to Kahlan.glared at Kahlan before turning down the hall toward her room. He wondered what that was all about. Annoyed, Richard yanked his hand away from Nadine's grip, but kept following. Nadine skirted a walnut table against the wall beneath an old tapestry with a herd of white-tailed deer grazing before white-peaked mountains in the background. She checked over her shoulder to make sure Richard was still with her.and Cara caught up. Kahlan fell in beside him.
"Well," Cara said from behind, as she stroked her thick braid, "doesn't this look interesting?"shot her a scowl. Nadine turned and impatiently snatched his hand again. "You promised. Come on."
"I promised nothing. I said I'd go with you," Richard complained. "I didn't say I would run."
"Big strong Lord Rahl can't keep up with me?" Nadine taunted. "The woods guide I remember could walk faster than this when he was half asleep." "I am half asleep," he muttered.
"The guards told me you were back, and had gone to Drefan's room," Kahlan whispered to him. "I was on my way to meet you there. What's this business with Nadine?"whispered question was laced with aggravation. He noticed her quick glance to Nadine's hand gripping his. "Beats me. She wants me to see someone."
"And must you hold her hand to do it?" she growled under her breath. He yanked his hand away again.stole a quick peek at Drefan, back behind Cara and Raina. She twined her arm through Richard's. "How are you doing? What did you.. find out?"put his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. "Everything is fine," he whispered to her. "It wasn't what I thought. I'll tell you about it later." "What about the murderer? Has anyone found him yet?" "Yes, someone found him, and murdered him for his crime," Richard told her. "What about the representatives? Did you take care of it?"answer was a moment in coming. "Grennidon, Togressa, and Pendisan Reach surrendered. Jara may yet, but they wish to wait for two weeks for a sign from the sky," Richard frowned. "Mardovia refused to join with us. They choose to remain neutral."jerked to a halt. "What!" Everyone marching behind almost lurched into him. "They refuse to surrender. They claim to be neutral."
"The Order doesn't recognize neutrality. Neither do we. Didn't you tell them that?"'s face showed nothing. "Of course I did." Richard hadn't meant to yell at her. He was angry at Mardovia. not her. "General Reibisch is in the south. Maybe we could have him take Mardovia before the Order grinds them into carrion."
"Richard, they were given a chance. They are now the walking dead. We can't waste the lives of our soldiers to take Mardovia just so that we might protect them. It would serve no purpose and it would weaken our effort."pushed between them and glared at Kahlan. "You talked to that evil Jagang. You know what he's like. Those people will all die if you leave them to the Order. You just don't care about the lives of innocent people. You're heartless."the corner of his eye, Richard saw a red flash as Cara's Agiel spun up into her hand.shoved Nadine on ahead of him. "Kahlan is right. It just took a moment for it to sink in through my thick skull. Mardovia has chosen their own path: they must walk it. Now, if you want to show me someone, then show me. I have important things to do."huffed, flipped her thick brown hair back over her shoulder, and marched on. Cara and Raina were scowling at the back of her head. A scowl from a Mord-Sith was more often than not prelude to a serious consequence. Richard had probably just spared Nadine that consequence. Someday, he was going to have to do something about Shota. Before Kahlan tried.leaned toward Kahlan. "I'm sorry. I'm dead tired and I just wasn't thinking."squeezed his arm. "You promised you would get some sleep, remember?" "Soon as I see to this business with Nadine, whatever it is." At the door to her room, Nadine snatched Richard's hand again and tugged him in. Before he could object, he saw the boy sitting on a red chair. Richard thought he recognized him as one of the Ja'La players he had watched.boy was shuddering in tears. When he saw Richard coming into the room, he jumped down off the chair and swiped the floppy wool hat from his head of blond hair. He stood crushing his hat in his fists, trembling expectantly, tears coursing down his face.crouched down before the boy. "I'm Lord Rahl. I hear you need to see me. What's your name?"wiped his nose. The tears kept coming. "Yonick." "There now, Yonick, what's the matter?"could only get out the word «brother» before succumbing to gasping sobs. Richard took the boy in his arms and comforted him. He wept in racking sobs as he clung to Richard. His misery was heartbreaking. "Can you tell me what's the matter, Yonick?" "Please, Father Rahl, my brother's sick. Real sick."stood the boy on his feet before him. "He is? What's he sick with?" "I don't know," Yonick cried. "We bought him herbs. We tried everything. He's so sick. He's just been getting worse since I came to see you before."
"Since you came to see me before?"
"Yes," Nadine snapped. "He came begging for your help a few days ago." Nadine thrust a finger at Kahlan. "She sent him away." Kahlan's face went crimson. Her jaw worked, but no words came out. "All she cares about are her armies and fighting wars and hurting people. She doesn't care about a miserable little boy who's sick. She would only care if he was some fancy, important diplomat. She doesn't know what it is to be poor and sick." With a glare, Richard froze Cara's advance. He turned and glared at Nadine. "That's enough."laid a hand on Kahlan's shoulder. "I'm sure you had a good reason. You couldn't have known how sick his brother was. No one is blaming you."turned back to the boy. "Yonick, my brother here, Drefan, is a healer. Take us to your brother, and we'll see if we can't help him."
"And I have herbs," Nadine said. "I'll help your brother, too, Yonick. We'll do everything we can. We promise." Yonick wiped his eyes. "Please hurry. Kip is real sick." Kahlan looked on the verge of tears. Richard put a hand tenderly to her back. He could feel her trembling. He feared how sick the boy's brother might be, and wanted to spare her seeing it. He feared she might blame herself. "Why don't you wait here while we see to this."wet green eyes flashed up at him. "I'm going," she said through gritted teeth.gave up trying to remember the warren of narrow streets and twisting alleys they went down, and simply noted where the sun was in the sky in order to keep his bearings as Yonick led them through a maze of buildings and walled courtyards hung with laundry.flapped and squawked as they scattered out of the way. Some of the tiny, walled courtyards held a few goats, or sheep, or a pig or two. The animals seemed incongruous amid the tightly packed buildings., people carried on conversations from opposing windows. Some leaned out on elbows to have a look at the procession led by a boy. It created quite a stir. Richard knew that it was the sight of Lord Rahl, dressed in his black war wizard's outfit with a gold cloak billowing out behind, and the Mother Confessor in her pristine white dress, that was the object of wonder, rather than the knot of soldiers or two Mord-Sith-soldiers were common, and the city people probably didn't have a clue as to who the two women in brown leather were.in the streets and alleyways pushed their carts of vegetables, wood, or household goods to the side to get out of the way. Others stood against the walls and watched, as if it were a miniature, impromptu parade unexpectedly coming through their neighborhood.intersections, soldiers on patrol cheered their Lord Rahl, and called out their thanks for his curing their ailment.held a light grip on Kahlan's hand. She hadn't spoken a word since they left the palace. He had made Nadine walk behind, between the two Mord-Sith. He hoped Nadine knew enough to keep her mouth shut. Yonick pointed. "Just up there." They followed him as he turned from the street down a narrow alley between stone walls forming the bottom floors of houses, with wood above for the second story. Water dripping from melting snow overhead splashed mud from the alley a few feet up onto the stone. With one hand, Kahlan held Richard's, and with the other she held the hem of her dress up as she followed him down the line of boards laid in the mud.paused at a door under a small shed roof. People peered out windows to each side. When Richard caught up, Yonick opened the door and ran up the stairs, calling out for his mother.door at the top of the stairs squeaked open. A woman in a brown dress and white apron stared down at the boy running up the stairs. "Ma-it's Lord Rahl! I brought Lord Rahl!" "The good spirits be praised," she said.rested a weary hand on her son's back as he threw his arms around her waist. She lifted her other hand toward a doorway at the rear of the small room used as kitchen, dining room, and living area.
"Thank you for coming," she mumbled to Richard, but she broke down in tears before she could finish.ran for the back room. "This way. Lord Rahl." Richard squeezed the woman's arm to reassure her as he swept past, following Yonick. Kahlan still gripped his other hand. Nadine and Drefan followed on their heels, with Cara and Raina close behind. Yonick balked at the bedroom door as the rest of them entered.single candle on a small table struggled to ward off the shroud of darkness. A basin of water and soapy rags stood vigil beside the candle. The rest of the room, mostly taken up with three pallets, seemed to be waiting for the candle's diligence to flag, so night could seize the room.small figure lay on the far pallet. Richard, Kahlan, Nadine, and Drefan crowded in beside it. Yonick and his mother, silhouetted by the light from beyond the door, stood at the brink of the darkness, watching. The room stank like rotting meat.pushed back the hood of his flaxen cloak. "Open the shutters so I can see."drew both open and folded them against the wall, allowing the light to flood into the tiny room and reveal a blond-headed boy covered to his neck with a white sheet and blanket. The side of his neck, just above the sheet, was grossly distended. His uneven breaths rattled. "What's his name?" Drefan called back to the mother. "Kip," she said in a whining cry.patted the boy's shoulder. "We're here to help you. Kip." Nadine leaned in. "Yes, Kip, we'll have you up and about in no time." She put her hand back over her mouth and nose against the smell of rot that gagged them all.boy didn't respond. His eyes were closed. His sweaty hair was plastered against his forehead.drew the bed covers down to Kip's waist, below his hands resting on his stomach. The boy's fingertips were black. Drefan stiffened. "Dear spirits," he breathed.rocked back on his heels and touched the back of his hand to the legs of the two Mord-Sith towering behind them.
"Get Richard out of here," he whispered urgently. "Get him out, now." Without questioning, Cara and Raina thrust hands under Richard's arms and started to pull him up. Richard jerked away from their grip. "What's going on?" he demanded. "What's the matter?" Drefan wiped a hand across his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder at the mother and Yonick. His gaze took in the rest of them before settling on Richard. He leaned closer. "This boy has the plague." Richard stared at him. "What do we have to do to cure him?"lifted an eyebrow. He turned back to the boy, elevating a little hand. "Look at his fingers." The fingertips were black. He pulled the bedcover aside. "Look at his toes." His toes were black. He opened the boy's trousers. "Look at his penis." The tip of it was black, too.
"That's gangrene. It rots the extremities. This is why they call it the black death."cleared his throat. "What can we do for him?" Drefan's voice lowered even more with incredulity. "Richard, did you hear what I said? Black death. People sometimes recover from the plague, but not when it's this advanced."
"If we would have gotten to him sooner.." Nadine's imputation trailed off. Kahlan's grip on Richard's forearm tightened painfully. He heard her stifle a cry.glared at Nadine. She looked away. "And do you know how to cure the plague, herb woman?" Drefan sneered. "Well, I-" Nadine blushed and fell silent. The boy's eyes fluttered open. His head rolled toward them. "Lord.. Rahl," he said with a shallow breath. Richard put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Kip. I came to see you. I'm here." Kip nodded the slightest bit. "I waited." His chest rested longer between each breath.
"What can you do lo help?" came a tearful question from the doorway. "How soon will he be well again?"opened the collar of his white, ruffled shirt as he leaned close to Richard. "Say something comforting to the boy-that's all we can do. He won't last long. I'll go talk to the mother. It's part of the job of healer."stood, pulling Nadine away with him. Kahlan was leaning against Richard's shoulder. He feared looking at her, lest she break down in tears. Lest he break down in tears.
"Kip, you'll be up and playing Ja'La soon. You'll be getting over this any day now. I'd like to come watch another of your Ja'La games. I promise to come, just as soon as you're better."faint smile passed over the boy's face. His eyelids closed partway. His ribs sank as breath abandoned his lungs.crouched, feeling his heart pounding, as he waited for the boy's lungs to fill again. They didn't.settled into the room, patiently waiting for darkness to return. Richard could hear the wheels of a handcart outside squeaking, and the distant, raucous cry of ravens. The music of children's laughter drifted in the air.child would never laugh again. Kahlan's head fell against his shoulder. Soft sobs claimed her as she clutched his sleeve.reached over to pull the sheet over the body. The boy's hand rose slowly off his stomach. Richard froze. The hand floated purposefully to Richard's throat. The black fingers curled, gathering Richard's shirt in a death grip, Kahlan had fallen silent. They both knew that the boy had died. The boy's hand drew Richard closer. The long-silent lungs filled once more with a breath., the hair at the base of his neck stiffening, put his ear close. "The winds." the dead boy whispered, "hunt you."29stared in a daze as Drefan wrapped the dead boy in the sheet. Only Richard and Kahlan had seen what had happened-had heard what the dead boy had said. Behind him, in the outer room, the mother wailed in anguish. Drefan leaned close to him. "Richard." Drefan touched his arm. "Richard." Richard started. "What?" "What do you want to do?" "Do? What do you mean?"glanced over his shoulder at the rest of them back by the door. "What do you want to tell people about this? I mean, he died of the plague. Do you want to try to keep it a secret?" Richard couldn't seem to make his mind work.leaned past Richard. "A secret? Why would we want to do that?" Drefan took a deep breath. "Well, word of a plague might cause a panic. If we let people know, believe me, word of it will beat us back to the palace." "Do you think others have it?" she asked.shrugged. "I doubt there would be only one isolated case. We have to bury or burn the body at once. His bedcovers, bed, and anything else he touched should be burned. The room should be treated with smoke."
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