Chapter 11
Smitty made his way from his house to the Healer’s cabin with a bundle wrapped in his arms. Before he could knock, Ever opened the heavy wooden door. Dawn sat on the bunk bed Smitty had fashioned for them two years before.
“And how is my favorite little nursling this morning?”
“The fever is broken, but Beatrice is still weak.”
“Is she still able to feed the baby?”
“Yeah, I’ve been popping him on every three hours like you said.”
Ever mixed some of the herbs she had been pounding in her pestle and poured them into a parchment envelope Dawn had made that morning. “Keep giving her this several times a day in hot water. The fever will break soon. If little Jon’s has already broken, it means Beatrice will get better too. She’s much stronger than he is. How is the harvest coming
