THIRTY-FOUR
Days passed. Lubos helped Molina to eat a little or take some of the numerous draughts the apothecary sent, though she managed to keep very few of the noxious potions down for very long. Her coughing grew worse, until she barely managed to swallow a thing without coughing it back up again. Lubos despaired as she seemed to grow even thinner before his eyes.
Hourly, he sent orders to the castle kitchens for the nourishing foods on the physician's list, but nothing could nourish her if it didn't make it down her throat.
The only thing the cook did not send up was lamb's lettuce, for the cook claimed to know nothing of a food by that name.
Lubos wanted to weep, or break something, or tear his own hair out by the roots. He was being forced to watch the woman he loved die, and
