Spring 1096 SR
Sister Marigold stood in the doorway. “You can see her now.”
Charlaine entered the room to find Teresa lying in a bed, fast asleep, her leg elevated on some folded blankets. “How is she?”
“As well as can be expected,” replied the lay sister tending to her friend.
“And the knee?”
“It’s too early to say at this point in time. The wound is nasty, and there is considerable swelling. It appears the blow crushed her kneecap.
Charlaine winced. A wound of this nature could well spell the end of her fellow sister’s career.
“Is there anything else that can be done?” she asked.
“You can pray. We have Brother Gregori coming in from the mission, but I doubt there is much he can do.”
“Brother Gregori?”
“Yes, a Brother of Saint Mathew. He works at the mission and has some skill a
