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Feb. 28th, 2005
Éomer: We go back to the elf man’s house, Hugo, and he calls a friend of his, a discreet doctor, I am told. After a time, a woman shows up and inspects our wounds. She places a poultice on my arm and tells me it is second degree, but not deep, as she bandages it. I just nod even though I do not know what she means, but I do not know if she knows who I truly am.
She wants to give me some medicine, but I refuse until my uncle uses his authority as King and First Marshal and orders me to do it. I am not a child to be dosed when the pain is acute, but I do as he asks and swallow the tablets. A strange lethargy wells over me and before I realize what is happening, I have fallen asleep on Hugo’s couch.
Later I seem to wake up, but Karl is there and I know I must be dreaming. He is stroking the hair out of my face.
( “The evil is defeated.” )
She wants to give me some medicine, but I refuse until my uncle uses his authority as King and First Marshal and orders me to do it. I am not a child to be dosed when the pain is acute, but I do as he asks and swallow the tablets. A strange lethargy wells over me and before I realize what is happening, I have fallen asleep on Hugo’s couch.
Later I seem to wake up, but Karl is there and I know I must be dreaming. He is stroking the hair out of my face.
( “The evil is defeated.” )