11 - Holy Ground
Master Fox gives an irritated huff at the blockheadedness of peasants, though he reasons with Maggie with what patience he can draw up, watching her face. Saturday morning seems an age ago. "You took a viscous, I daresay scabbing liquid and pulled it across dirty hands: your 'worms' are mud and skin, nothing more. Sam, or any field worker can show you much the same."
"Floated in a little fresher blood and viewed by candlelight, of course they seem to writhe before the vision. You've scared yourself, that's all. Were these 'men' full of worms?" Seeing he's making little headway, the Squire sighs and looks to the Doctor. People are talking again, a keen current of speculations washing back and forth around the church and around the two by the end of the back pew.
"Doctor, do you believe you are in danger? She must have done something to tempt the Wood..."
Martin masks any reservations by locating who has brought his bag and fishing about in it, coming over to set it heavily on the pew beside his patient. He sets his jacket aside and gives a tense smile to both Maggie and Master Fox, rolling his sleeves, pulling on his gloves and dabbing them over with scented vinegar. "No more danger than usual, I should hope. Someone bring me a light up close, would you?"
"...and take a moment's thought upon the evidence, Master Fox: when co-incidence pushes events close together we might take correlation for causation, might we not? Like a simple sailor who finds the wet air of dropped pressure tickles his instincts to whistle and believes he has summoned a gale."
Master Fox frowns up at Dr. Lovelace a moment, then turns and sets to getting his clothing out of the way, a sharp breath taken as he tugs some scabbed-in thread from the wound. "She hurt me," he complains, though not loudly.
"Mm, and she asked for your forgiveness over it," the Doctor remarks, reaching for the bared skin. "Will you give it to her?"
"...perhaps, soon. She can stay free," the noble allows grudgingly, perforce addressing his seat. Hessie and her mother have currently sidestepped the situation quite literally, each helping Bart - or keeping him from sprint-crawling across the floor with deep lack of decorum - to reach where Arnie has folded down into a pew at the news of Widow Sawyer's death.