stop the bleeding, but he knew if he attempted to pull the arrow out, one wrong move would kill MacGregor.
“Can you remove it?”
He lifted his head from his extensive examination of the wound to look over at Arthur Campbell. He stood with the rest of the Highland Guard around the trestle table they’d requisitioned from the Great Hall and set up in the adjoining laird’s solar. The only other people present were the king and Campbell’s new bride, who was coordinating water, fresh linens, and whatever else they might need with the servants.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s in a dangerous location. I fear that if I try to pull it out …”
He didn’t need to finish.
“What other choice do you have?” MacLeod said somberly.
“None,” Magnus admitted. “It has to come out.” He just didn’t know if he had the skill to do it. “Perhaps the healer will have another idea,” the king added.
But the old woman who arrived a few hours later had no more expertise than he. Nor did the priest, who advocated bleeding the opposite side of MacGregor’s neck to restorehis humours, praying for his soul, and then leaving it to God’s will.
To hell with God’s will! Magnus wasn’t going to let him die.
“Is there anyone else?” MacRuairi asked Lady Anna. Campbell’s wife was a MacDougall and had been raised at Dunstaffnage. “Perhaps you know of someone in the area?”
Magnus stood. “I know someone.”
Helen
. She wasn’t a surgeon, but she seemed to have an unusual gift for healing. He’d seen her perform a miracle once. God knew, MacGregor was in need of another one.
So Magnus swallowed his anger and asked Lady Anna to send for her.
After the way he’d lashed out at her, he knew he had no right to ask for her help. But he would, just as he knew she would give it.
Only a few minutes passed before he heard the door open. He felt a stab of guilt, seeing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy, tear-stained face. If his harsh relating of Gordon’s death had been intended to make her conscience suffer, it appeared to have worked.
He felt a second stab, this one more of a cinching in the region of his heart, when he saw the caution in her eyes as she approached.
He clenched his jaw and met her gaze. “My lady, I’m sorry to disturb you in your grief, but I thought … I hoped you might be able to help.”
She looked so tiny and young in the room crowded with the big warriors. For a moment, the fierce urge rose inside him to protect her. To tuck her under his arm and tell her everything was going to be all right the way he’d used to do. But it wasn’t. And it never would be again.
Though her chin trembled, she lifted it determinedly and nodded her head. For the next few minutes the room was deathly silent as she examined the fallen warrior.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said, when she’d finished. “It’s a miracle he survived.”
“Can you take it out?”
Without killing him
. Their eyes held; the unspoken words passed between them in silent understanding. “I don’t know, but I can try.”
The quiet note of determination in her voice did much to soothe the frayed edges of his tightly wound nerves.
She straightened, shedding the pale, uncertain, griefstricken girl as easily as she would shrug a cloak from her shoulders. And just as she’d done the first time they’d met, when she’d boldly stopped him from ending his dog’s life, she snapped into action. Claiming the room was too stuffy, she ordered everyone from the small solar—even the king—except for Lady Anna, whom she sent about procuring her the items she would need.
When Magnus started to follow the rest of the guardsmen out, she stopped him. “Not you. I may need your help.” She looked at his arm. “But if I do this, you must promise to let me see to your arm as well.”
He bit back the automatic refusal, knowing he was in no position to argue, and nodded. Curtly. He
“Can you remove it?”
He lifted his head from his extensive examination of the wound to look over at Arthur Campbell. He stood with the rest of the Highland Guard around the trestle table they’d requisitioned from the Great Hall and set up in the adjoining laird’s solar. The only other people present were the king and Campbell’s new bride, who was coordinating water, fresh linens, and whatever else they might need with the servants.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s in a dangerous location. I fear that if I try to pull it out …”
He didn’t need to finish.
“What other choice do you have?” MacLeod said somberly.
“None,” Magnus admitted. “It has to come out.” He just didn’t know if he had the skill to do it. “Perhaps the healer will have another idea,” the king added.
But the old woman who arrived a few hours later had no more expertise than he. Nor did the priest, who advocated bleeding the opposite side of MacGregor’s neck to restorehis humours, praying for his soul, and then leaving it to God’s will.
To hell with God’s will! Magnus wasn’t going to let him die.
“Is there anyone else?” MacRuairi asked Lady Anna. Campbell’s wife was a MacDougall and had been raised at Dunstaffnage. “Perhaps you know of someone in the area?”
Magnus stood. “I know someone.”
Helen
. She wasn’t a surgeon, but she seemed to have an unusual gift for healing. He’d seen her perform a miracle once. God knew, MacGregor was in need of another one.
So Magnus swallowed his anger and asked Lady Anna to send for her.
After the way he’d lashed out at her, he knew he had no right to ask for her help. But he would, just as he knew she would give it.
Only a few minutes passed before he heard the door open. He felt a stab of guilt, seeing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy, tear-stained face. If his harsh relating of Gordon’s death had been intended to make her conscience suffer, it appeared to have worked.
He felt a second stab, this one more of a cinching in the region of his heart, when he saw the caution in her eyes as she approached.
He clenched his jaw and met her gaze. “My lady, I’m sorry to disturb you in your grief, but I thought … I hoped you might be able to help.”
She looked so tiny and young in the room crowded with the big warriors. For a moment, the fierce urge rose inside him to protect her. To tuck her under his arm and tell her everything was going to be all right the way he’d used to do. But it wasn’t. And it never would be again.
Though her chin trembled, she lifted it determinedly and nodded her head. For the next few minutes the room was deathly silent as she examined the fallen warrior.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said, when she’d finished. “It’s a miracle he survived.”
“Can you take it out?”
Without killing him
. Their eyes held; the unspoken words passed between them in silent understanding. “I don’t know, but I can try.”
The quiet note of determination in her voice did much to soothe the frayed edges of his tightly wound nerves.
She straightened, shedding the pale, uncertain, griefstricken girl as easily as she would shrug a cloak from her shoulders. And just as she’d done the first time they’d met, when she’d boldly stopped him from ending his dog’s life, she snapped into action. Claiming the room was too stuffy, she ordered everyone from the small solar—even the king—except for Lady Anna, whom she sent about procuring her the items she would need.
When Magnus started to follow the rest of the guardsmen out, she stopped him. “Not you. I may need your help.” She looked at his arm. “But if I do this, you must promise to let me see to your arm as well.”
He bit back the automatic refusal, knowing he was in no position to argue, and nodded. Curtly. He
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