She looked relived when she saw us coming-she gave a brief smile which faded almost as soon as it had come, and stood up from her crouched position. “Mother!” she called, for we were still about five yards away, “You have to help him! He just fell over and there’s hardly any heartbeat and I-I didn’t know what to do!” Now she looked scared and miserable and I felt sorry for her because I knew she liked to help if she could.
Ma and I arrived at the spot where Malc laid, me stumbling down the side of the hill, panting after her.
She took out from her dress pocket one of the things she’d grabbed before running out the door.
I observed all this with idle curiosity, wondering what was wrong with him if even the smelling salts didn’t work, but then I got distracted by a rabbit that just happened to be passing by. I stared at it, and for a second it stared back, then when I took a small step toward it, it bounded away under some more bushes.
Suddenly, Ma let out a wordless cry, and I quickly gave my attention over to her,
“Good,” Ma said, wringing her hands,
She shooed me quickly away and I heard her start to tell Thalia instructions for how to build a makeshift stretcher.
I wrinkled my nose, remembering how much I hated seeing the thick, red liquid-I always had, though I didn’t know why.
I passed the trees again, and finally went into the house, blinking, my eyes trying to adjust as the dark assaulted them.
I wondered how I was supposed to get the ingredients because they were on a high shelf and I couldn’t reach them. I looked around the room and spotted the high-backed wooden chairs we had around the table.
I’d use a chair to help me grow taller and hopefully reach what I needed to.
but clung to the wall I in time to keep from falling
I knew where most everything was
Ma even said once that if I kept that up, then I’d inherit her trade someday.
At the time, I didn’t really know or want to think about what that meant because it meant not being a child anymore and I didn’t want to grow up. But I wasn’t thinking of that at the time
and sitting next to some chopped up dill leaves. The yarrow hidden beside some dried rose bark in another jar
Finally, though, I found it way in the back in a plain brown bottle and snatched it up.
I could see our sheep grazing a hill or so over and a man who was probably my father walking behind them.
Pa’s eyes, too, were the same as mine and when he smiled they crinkled around the corners and lit up with a sparkle of laughter.
He was slow to act, but if something endangered us he’d come to our rescue quicker than a flash of lightening. And once he made his mind up about something it was almost impossible to change it.
I looked away from the figure and sat down, growing bored, while glancing up at the blue sky.
No clouds to play games with today, so I occupied myself by making pictures with the leaves of the oak tree as a breeze passed by.
his stomach as padding-I would assume - to try and ease the flow of blood.
Thalia was busy helping Ma put Malc on the bed that was Ma and Pa’s, and I walked over wondering what I should do, and also what would Ma and Pa do-where would they sleep-if Malc was occupying their bed.
I noticed that Malc looked extremely pale, the whiteness of his skin making his dark hair and brows strikingly stand out.
Underneath his dark cloak he wore dark gray pants and a tunic that had stitchery around the cuffs.
about her skill or whoever or whatever she was trying to help
What had been a carefree morning had suddenly become an adventure, and now had turned into a gloomy day.
I merely shrugged at her and after that brief question from her we were silent,
then I grew bored, so I got up and left Thalia sitting there while I went to find something to do.
I passed by the flower gardens that Ma loved and took pride in, and noticed that the delicate puff-ball like flowers were wilting.
I saw a stick and picked it up.
I began poking the ground with the stick, then drawing pictures, which, to my great pleasure,
it was so unlike the paper that Pa had gotten me last Christmas with the money that he’d worked so hard to save, and the quill and ink, too, that I found myself liking it more.
but with the dirt, it was easy to erase.
In a little while, we both grew hungry and, unsure as to whether we should or not, went inside, grabbed some of the bread that Ma had made earlier and went back out to eat it. When we were in the kitchen, however, we saw Ma still bending over the unconscious figure on the bed, muttering to herself.
Ma came over rand leaned heavily again the door frame. She sighed tiredly and said quietly,