Chapter Forty
The next morning found Zaire still in bed long after the sun was up.
Martha, the matron bustled about feverishly, preparing broth and medication. She had gone up to Zaire's room earlier, and discovered that he was running a high fever.
"Young Master! Zaire!" She had called out to him, panicking when she saw that his eyes were shut tightly.
The bedspreads were soaked with his sweat, and he was gripping the covers in tightly clenched fists.
He groaned silently, moving his head from side to side, but never opening his eyes.
Occasionally, a silent tear dripped out from the corner of his eyes to mix with the sweat on the bed, but his eyes remained closed.
Martha was almost in tears, but she knew she had to be strong so as not to cause panic in the household.
She had quickl
