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Jaime tried to roll over and let her mind drift back to sleep, but the rough callused hand to her temple kept her in place. She tried to open her eyes and look into Master Graves’s face, but her eyelids, heavy with drowsiness, would not move at her silent command. They were people about the room, she could hear their voices discussing her condition. But the man, the physician’s voice, was the one that carried a note of alarm.
“...there have been many who’ve died of spleen...”
“But how could it come so sudden? She had no symptoms of any ailment last evening.”
Jaime recognized the ring of disbelief in France’s voice, so she prayed for a convincing answer from the physician.
“I’ve seen many cases of it in my years, m’lady, and it often comes on suddenly. An ailment ‘taken in a thought
