Jaime stared in confusion as the physician scowled at her and blocked her entry into the surgery.
“I said you don’t waste much time, do you, young woman?”
Jaime glanced behind her into the empty corridor, searching for the person who Master Graves’s words were intended for. “I don’t?” she said at last, raising her eyebrows questioningly.
“Nay, not you, mistress. The pixies and fairies dancing in the corridor there behind you.” The man shook his head and swung the door open, heading back inside the chamber. Totally perplexed, Jaime silently stepped in and closed the door.
“Of course, you,” the physician continued irritably, slapping his linen coif on his head and tugging it roughly into position. “Your last messenger left only a moment ago. And the one before that...”
“My messengers?”
