Re: The Vast: Welcome to Calaunt
Aerin carried the stricken Orophear into the temple, as Slove cleared a safe path – his face alone could do that – and Maelarra circled around to flag down a cleric who could help them.
The priest guarding the door, a bear of a man with booming voice, quickly looked them over and guessed the issue. 'You better come with me.'
Marching inside, they were awestruck by the grand sight within: a wide circular hall under a great dome, the interior painted with the phases of the Moon, the orbits of the Tears, and its courses across the sky, guided by the benevolent hand of Our Lady of Silver. At one end, she was a dark-haired, dark-eyed little girl; at the other, she was a matronly middle-aged women, with steel-grey hair and steely eyes.
They also struck by, of course, the smell. The pungent aroma of sour milk was faint but unavoidable inside the temple.
The gathering faithful assembled in great circles around the hall, sailors mingled with seamstresses, alewives with astrologers, laundresses and a few lycanthropes, mystics and magic-users, expectant mothers and eccentrics, fortune-tellers and freaks, all swaying and singing softly together. These circles were centred on the moonstone-studded, silver-inscribed altar standing upon a high multi-level dias. Silver-robed priestesses and priests had begun to dance around it, led by the Moon Mistress. It was a soul-stirring, wondrous scene. This might have been the most beautiful, joyous place in this otherwise drab, miserable city.
They hardly time to sightsee, however, given their urgency. The big priest led them through a side door and a corridor, and into an adjoining sanatorium. It was clean, tidy, and didn't even smell. Here, patients – elderly, sick, or crippled – rested on beds, nurses provided treatment and food, and a priestess led prayers for those who couldn't leave to join the dancing outside.
They were taken to a private treatment room. 'Lay him down there.' the priest directed Aerin to lay Orophear on the bed. Healers and priests quickly saw to him, applying a poultice to the wounds and making prayers to the Night White Lady to remove the poison and sickness.
'We were accosted by muggers.' Maelarra had explained on the way, choosing to go with discretion, but the priest didn't seem too convinced by this. 'Orophear was struck by a crossbow bolt; we suspect it was poisoned, causing paralysis, but I suspect there's also an infection. We've removed the bolt, washed out the wound, and applied healing magic to stop the bleeding.'
'You've done well,' the healer agreed, looking up from her work. 'We can treat the paralysis, poison, and sickness, but he will need time to convalesce. One alone, he might have recovered swiftly, but all three together have taken their toll. It will take some days.'
'Don't worry, your friend will have a place here in the sanatorium of Our Lady of Silver until he's recovered.' the big priest promised.
*
Angel, Kaijn, Tamae, and Tseran had for now now been left outside with the cart driver. The man gave the grey-cloaked Angel a wary glance then asked the others 'I heard there was a reward?' He'd removed his cap in respect, and was twisting it anxiously in his hands. 'Only I'm late on a delivery, you see, and need to feed and change the horses now, otherwise I wouldn't ask, being a good citizen and all...'