This day's awakening was the first of many so nearly of a piece that I
lost the count of them; and sleep, deep and dreamless for the better
part, stole away the hours till the memory of that inch-by-inch return
to health and strength is itself like the memory of the vaguest of
dreams.
By times when I awoke it was the bluff Doctor Carew bending over me to
dress my wound; at other times it was Margery come to tempt me with a
bowl of broth or some other kickshaw from the kitchen. Now and again I
awoke to find Scipio or old Anthony standing watch at my bedside; and
once--but that was after I was up and in my clothes and able to sit and
drowse in the great chair--I opened my eyes to find that my company was
the master of the house.
He was sitting as I had seen him sit once before, behind a lighted
candle at the little table with a parchment spread out under his bony
hands. He was mumbling over the written words of it when I looked, but
at my stirring he gave over and sat back in his chair to cross his thin
legs and match his long fingers by the ends, and wink and blink at me as
though he had but now discovered that he was not alone.
"I give ye good even, Captain Ireton," he said, finally, rasping the
greeting out at me as it had been a curse. "I hope ye've slept well."
I said I had, and thanked him, once for the wish, and again for his
coming to see me. I know not how it was, but if there had been rancor in
my former thoughts of him 'twas something abated now.
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