"It's not like that." Herzer started to say.
"What Herzer would be saying if he could get his foot out of his mouth is that he would appreciate a chaperone," Shilan said, pursing her lips.
"It's not like that either!" Herzer said desperately.
"So, what is it like?" Rachel asked, putting her hands on her hips. "First you go trotting off with Bast, then you're rolling around in the woods with one of the serving girls and next you're going to the baths with two women!"
"Hmmm, since you put it that way," Shilan said, standing up and putting her hands on her own hips. She gave Herzer a mock scowl. "Would you care to explain yourself?"
"Oh for pity's sake!" Herzer said, throwing his hands in the air. "How did I get myself into this?"
"I lured you into it if you'll remember," Shilan finally relented. "Come on, Rachel, it will be fun. And Herzer really would prefer someone else along. He's got this weird thing about me and Cruz."
"Who's Cruz?" Rachel asked.
"I'll tell you when we're up to our necks in hot water," Shilan said.
"Oh, all right," Rachel replied. "And I'll tell you all of Herzer's dirty little secrets."
"Deal," Shilan said, sticking out her hand.
"And I'll buy," Herzer added, heaving himself to his feet. "That way I can brag about getting two women in the bath with me with a straight face."
"If you do you will rue the day," Rachel warned.
* * *
The baths, while not deserted, were not overrun either. Having stored their gear and collected their receipts, they worked their way through the stations. Herzer was as careful as possible about keeping his eyes in his head but he had to admit that both of the girls were extremely pretty, with or without clothes. Shilan was long and cool with high pert breasts and carefully sculpted hips and bottom. There was just enough rounding there to draw the male eye, but it was understated enough to be fashionable. Rachel on the other hand was very near his ideal of the female form: high, firm, well-rounded breasts with just enough sag to really accentuate their shape, lovely ribcage, narrow but not tiny waist, rounded hips, not wide but definitely flaring out from the waist and the most perfectly rounded bottom he had ever seen.
Not for the first time he wondered how much of his liking for the form was early canalization; he had had a crush on Rachel since before he knew what to do about it. Almost all of his "heroines" to be rescued had looked somewhat like Rachel, complete to the red hair and blue eyes.
He was very cautious not to let them catch him glancing and was even more cautious to control the natural male reaction to the situation. As he turned around to finish rinsing off he started to recite the names of all the Spartans at Thermopylae. When that, initially, was insufficient, he started at the end and worked his way back. The mental attention to details other than perky breasts, pertly rounded bottoms and mons venus worked and by the time he had a towel wrapped around him it wasn't clear that he was evincing any interest at all. Then, of course, the sight of Rachel in a nearly transparent bath sheet caused him to start reciting again. The fact that the towel barely made it to the top of her thighs while being tugged down far enough to show a tremendous amount of cleavage, required that he concentrate on doing so in the order and nature of their deaths.
"Herzer, what are you muttering," Rachel asked.
"Military history," he said in an only slightly strained voice. "You first."
Looking at anything but the two girls who preceded him, he followed Rachel to a tub that was unoccupied. There were about ten people in the room scattered around in groups and more than one of the males watched the two girls with a healthy amount of interest.
"This is why I hate coming in here," Rachel said, turning around to sweep the other bathers with a glare. "I hate to be ogled." She waited until she was sure no one was looking and shifted the skimpy towel around so that she could use it as a shield as she lowered herself into the bath.
Herzer thought it was quite the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
"Well I don't ogle you," he said, primly.
"Well, of course not," she snorted. She lowered herself until everything from the neck down was submerged in water and let out a sigh. "We've known each other since we were kids; of course you don't look."
"Well, yeah," Herzer said, taking a covert deep breath and willing himself to utter flaccidity. Once he was sure he was under control he flipped the towel off with becoming modesty and lowered himself into the bath quickly.
"What about me?" Shilan asked, raising one eyebrow and smiling in what could be taken as invitation.
"You're a friend," Herzer replied with a shrug. Down boy! Down! Bad boy!
Shilan wrinkled her eyebrows and peered at him as if attempting to divine what his real answer was.
"Shilan," Herzer sighed. "Do you want to go to bed? Or more precisely, do you want to go to bed to have sex?" When her face closed down he nodded. "Even if I was interested, it would take a real son of a bitch to press you right now, right?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"I am many things. Well. I can be a son of a bitch. But in this, I'm not willing to be."
She wrinkled a brow again and then nodded, accepting the statement but still puzzled.
"Herzer," Rachel said dryly, but looking at him in a very searching way, "always the paladin."
"Not. always," Herzer corrected with a grin. "Paladins don't get laid much."
Shilan laughed delightedly and even Rachel had to smile.
"Can anyone join this party or are only young folk allowed?"
The man who addressed them was small and wiry with a graying beard and bright blue eyes.
"Hello, Augustus," Rachel said. "Of course you can join us."
The man whipped off his towel immodestly and hopped into the water like a frog.
"These were a grand idea," he said, ducking his head under the water and coming back up blowing. "I'd prefer a leathern tun, but we haven't enough leather to make a decent shoe!"
"And, Lord knows, we've got wood," Herzer said, shaking his head ruefully.
"Augustus, this is Herzer Herrick and. Hsu Shilan. They're in one of the apprenticeship programs. Herzer, Shilan, Augustus Scharpf. He's one of the reenactors who's started an industry since the Fall, in his case, tanning. You'll probably be working with him sometime soon."
"And you've been cutting wood, have you?" Augustus asked, peering at them dubiously. He seemed to like what he saw for after a moment he nodded at them approvingly. "It's good that you've gotten experience in the woods, you'll be needing it!"
"Why?" Shilan asked. "I mean, we don't have any idea what we're going to be doing. I might never go into the woods again. I understand most people who were in period didn't."
"Well, there's period and period," Augustus said. "We're more early industrial pioneer than High Middle Ages. And I meant for the Great Hunt, lassie."
"The Great Hunt?" Herzer asked.
"Gee, ye hadn't heard," Augustus replied with a wink. "It'll be grand bonny fun."
Herzer contemplated Augustus' appearing and disappearing brogue for a moment then shrugged. "Anyone going to tell us what it is?"
"My father's brilliant idea to give Mother and me more work," Rachel replied.
"Ah, you know better than that, lassie," Augustus corrected. "T'was not Edmund,'t'was Myron that had the idea."
"Point," Rachel admitted. "Okay, Myron's great idea to give us more work!"
"I said before that we had no leather," the tanner said, ignoring the change. "The point is we've few enough slaughter animals as it is; the hunters have been bringing some in, but not enough. We need meat, bones, hooves, everything that you get from slaughter animals. And skin of course.
"Okay," he said, splashing water on his face and grimacing. "I was a huckster before the Fall, one of the people who could make things to sell at the Faire. I made leather goods, custom order, all very nice, hand stitched and tooled. A hobby, really, but they were all hobbies, weren't they, I pick up a fe
w energy credits, who cares?" he added with a grimace. "But the point is, I can go from a raw skin to tooled leather. If I've got the skins! Do you know what the hunters brought in all of last week?"
"No," Herzer said, fascinated by the diatribe.
"Two feral cattle, we're eating them now, six boar, five deer, a mess of furs, three turkeys and an emu. That's not enough meat for three thousand people and it's definitely not enough leather."
"Not to mention the other things," Shilan added with a smile.
"Ack! Aye!" Augustus replied, winking at her. "The hooves for the glue! The bones for the tools and the fertilizer! And a fine mess of brawn for a pretty lady?"
"Brawn?" Shilan asked.
"Pig brains," Herzer replied without thinking. "Usually served in gravy."
"Yuck!"
"So we need more animals," Herzer said. "The Great Hunt."
"Yes, and." Rachel replied. "There are people who are already lining up to be farmers. One thing that makes farming easier is if you've got animals as part of your farm. There are ferals in the woods so the idea is to gather some of those at the same time."
"And as my former." Herzer paused for a moment. "Lady-friend pointed out there are also tigers in the woods."
"Aye!" Augustus said, winking madly. "Un thet's were it sta'ts to get interestin'!"
"Ooo," Shilan said. "Now I begin to understand the comment about work for the doctors."
"Oh forget the tigers," Rachel shrugged, sitting up so her breasts were just under the water. Herzer tried very hard not to notice the interesting ripple effect from the shrug. "They're out there, but there are feral pigs all over the place.
"Pigs?" Shilan asked, wrinkling her brow. "What's the problem with pigs?"
"Oh, sure," Rachel said acidly. "Squeak, squeak, see the funny little pig, ah-hah-hah. Pretty and pink and fluffy. Wait 'til you see these things."
"Oh, I haven't seen them but I've heard of them," Herzer laughed. "Four hundred kilos of bristle and tusk. This is gonna be so much fun. When are they planning this? I think I'm going to have a broken leg."
"If you've got a broken leg, they put you on skinning duty," Rachel said.
"Broken arm?"
"Carrying buckets of slop."
"Agh! I've seen videos of a skinning out. No thank you. Yuck!"
"You should have run away with your lady friend," Rachel said.
"Which one?" Shilan asked with a malicious grin.
"Begorum boy!" Augustus cried. "How many do you have?"
Herzer just groaned and slid down until his head was under the water.
* * *
Daneh looked up from the sweating young man on the cot and nodded at Edmund and the woman accompanying him. Daneh hadn't seen this particular reenactor before but she knew the type of old. The woman was about twenty kilos overweight, which with the current conditions and medical conditions before the Fall had required conscious work, and was loaded down with silver jewelry. Most of it consisted of zodiac signs or other occult objects and the rest consisted of crystals.
"Daneh, this is Sharron, she's a herbalist," Edmund said.
"I don't think this is the time, Edmund," Daneh said sharply, lifting up a bandage from the young man's arm and wincing at the condition of the wound underneath. The young man had run afoul of an axe-head and the wound had almost immediately started to fester; modern human immune systems were strong but the skin was one of the hardest areas for the systems to access. Now the infected area had gone green-brown with gangrene and if she didn't figure out some way to stop the spread it was going to kill him. Quick.
"Gangrene," the woman said, leaning forward and sniffing with a disgusted shake of her head. "There's naught an herb on earth that can cure that, you need sulfanomide or one of the cillins."
Daneh turned and looked at the woman sharply at which the herbalist gave a grin. "Didn't expect me to be dredging up those terms, did you doctor? But penicillin's naught but a mold and sulfanomide, well that's just tar that's been worked over, hey?"
"Do you have any?" Daneh asked.
"No, but I just got here," the herbalist said with a nod. "And I don't think either would work here. Have you tried debriding?"
"Yes, but it's getting ahead of us," she said, waving at a fly. The damned things got in no matter what you did and they had an unpleasant tendency to land on open wounds.
"Leave it," Edmund said suddenly, as she waved at another that was trying to land on the mangled flesh.
"What?" both of the women asked, then looked at each other sheepishly.
"Let's take this outside," Edmund said, gesturing to the end of the infirmary.
It wasn't much of an infirmary, just an open bay with some cots and a "surgery" on one end that mostly consisted of a well-scrubbed table and some tools that made her think more of the inquisition than medicine. But it was getting better. And if this "herbalist" knew what she was doing they might get better still. Daneh was well aware that her knowledge of medicines, how they were made or administered, was barely theoretical. But between them, if the woman really knew anything, they might make one decent preindustrial doctor. She waved the fly away against his protestations and laid a fresh bandage on the wound, then followed Edmund out.
"What about flies is good, Edmund?" she snapped as they got outside. "They carry every imaginable sort of filth!"
"Yes, they do," he said. "And they lay eggs in rotting flesh which turn into maggots. And what do maggots eat?"
Daneh stopped and thought for a moment then shook her head. "You want me to let maggots eat his flesh?!"
"Dead flesh, yes," Edmund said uncomfortably. "Look, I know it sounds crazy. And, really, they're supposed to be raised maggots, you raise them on clean dead flesh, meat. But we don't have time for that, do we?"
"No," Daneh said simply. "We're going to lose him if we don't stop it. The traditional response is high amputation to get ahead of the infection."
"Can you make any of the stuff you were talking about, fast?" Edmund asked Sharron.
"No," she replied. "I have to find penicillin mold, out of. millions of molds. I need dishes to make cultures. You can often find. tetracycline molds in old graves, but we don't have any of those either."
"Graveyard dirt?" Edmund said then shook his head. "The point is, maggots do work. We just have to worry about secondary infections."
"What about." Sharron said, creasing her brow. "What about finding a handful in. something and washing them?"
"Ugh!" Daneh replied. "I think I'd rather let the flies land."
"Gangrene is an anaerobic infection anyway," Edmund said. "Keeping the wound open would help more than hurt, I think."
"Is there any way to. get more oxygen to it?" Sharron asked.
"Not short of a hyperbaric chamber," Daneh replied. "Or some way to separate out oxygen, which is a high-pressure, supercold method. I'm not even sure it would get past the pressure protocols."
"Sheida?" Edmund asked.
"She's refused to give up any power so far," Daneh said exasperatedly. "She has enough to go gallivanting all over, but none for medicine!"
Edmund shook his head at her in a meaningful way then sighed. "I think the maggots are the only choice."
"That and some minor bacteriofacients I can come up with," Sharron said. "There are some herbs. I can make up a wash pretty quickly. It won't be as good as antibiotics but it will help some."
"Do it," Daneh said. "Please. And we need to get you a lab set up. Edmund?"
"I'll see the glassier about getting the appropriate materials," he grimaced. "He's gonna love this on top of everything else."
"Tell him that he might need it soon," Daneh replied sharply. "That should center his thoughts nicely."
"Sharron knows other herbs and medicines as well," Talbot noted, carefully. "Including tansy."
"Not something I recommend, short of absolute necessity," the woman interjected. "It's terribly dangerous from all I've heard. But there are others. I have some poppy seeds
so as soon as we can get some poppies growing we'll have opiates. Strong and addicting, but there's few painkillers that equal it. And then there's willow bark."
"That one I know," Daneh said with a chuckle. "But, really, that's about as far as I can go. That and cherry bark."
"I think you two will get on just fine," Edmund said. "I've got."
"Other things to do," Daneh said dryly. "That's okay. See you tonight?"
"Hopefully," he answered, glumly. "You're finally back and we never see each other." With a nod he strode briskly away in the general direction of the town hall.
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