Chapter 3I was kept in bed for three days, and though they seemed an eternity to me, Elaysius said that without the three-stars ointment, it would have been a much longer and more wretched time.
For the first two days, I was too miserable to mind my immobility. I slept deeply and often—another effect, apparently, of the three-stars—and ate voraciously before sleeping again. More than once I woke to find myself calling for Rindargeth. Usually it was Elaysius who answered; he seemed to feel himself personally responsible for my condition and determined to do whatever he could for me, fetching food and drinks and books and cloths, mixing my salve and helping apply it, singing and jesting and fooling for my amusement.
“I wish only that I could swear again what I have sworn already,” he said
