Re: Gula's Curse...or Blessing
McCurdy's attempt to light up had a nosy little beast trying to interfere with the lighter and the whole process, but it sneezed and gave him an accusatory look as the smoke got it its bristly little face. With a snort, it bounded down to the ground again, piddled on a marker stone, and then stopped to scratch behind an ear with one clawed foot. Liza sat down like a discarded doll, staring off blankly.
"Nay, lass, that I cannot," Hornsby said, after a pause, his voice still choked. "But the fountain can. There's no time to waste - when you weary, Padre, I will carry him." It seemed that a rest wasn't going to happen, for the now half-winded adventurers.
He turned then, to go back towards the path, and the sun drew his shadow out onto the ground. Brother Clary saw it clearly. Then Hornsby was off, at a dogtrot, beckoning them to follow. Liza was dragged to her feet and stumbled along obediently. The lizard squirrel followed him too, with long bouncy bounds.
The path became more rocky, and downsloped into a bare, stony valley, where a tapping sound was echoing, but this didn't give Hornsby a moment's pause. The stones showed signs of water having cut them often in the past, and scrubby trees and bushes were growing in cracks in the stone. A figure was down there, at the far end of the valley, and there was a slight tapping sound as he was plying a small hammer against the rock wall. The man looked rather innocuous, wearing travel-worn khakis, dusty, scraped boots, and a floppy straw hat of native manufacture. From his tanned face, with the heavy, greyshot mustachios and complexion, he was of Hispanic origin, and as they trouped towards him, he left off tapping the stone and looked at them, hailing them in Spanish with a Bolivian accent, and squinting against the sun to see them properly. "Good day to you !" he said, "Are you lost ? I've been lost for weeks now, but I've found the most astonishing fossil here." He blinked at Marianne's holding the shotgun, then spotted Hawksmoore. "Let me have a look at him, I'm a doctor," he said then. "My name is Hector Corazon." Without any concern for his own safety, he abandoned his fossil - a dull brown thing in the rock, and with a practiced manner, felt for a pulse in Hawksmoore's neck. "How long has he been like this ? You should not transport a coma patient in this manner, it would be better to place him on a litter."
"There's no time for such things," Hornsby replied, in very good Spanish. "We must be going, Doctor Corazon." It seemed to strike a memory in him. "You wouldn't happen to have a daughter, would ye ?"
"Oh, yes, Placida. Very promising, especially in cardiomyopathy work." Apparently his daughter was also a doctor. Hector Corazon was still looking at Hawksmoore and producing a concerned 'hmmmm'. "I don't suppose she has sent you to look for me ?"
"She might have mentioned it," Hornsby allowed, and looked away from Corazon's sudden glare.
"You are that man, that Hornsby !" the doctor said sharply, "You have much to answer for, sir, much indeed. If I was a violent man...and had not promised the native chief I would not lose my temper, I would challenge you to a duel." He left off his examination of Hawksmoore and looked over at Liza. "Are you aware that this lady seems to be in a catatonic state ? What is the matter with you people, transporting the ill in such a manner ?"