Lion Head Mesa Times being what they are

portentous, the explanation. "great one, i might ask you to help me, and you also," to the fellahin lingering at the door.

"she is heat-sick. we must bring down her fever. take these to the wellspring," tavina instructed the servant, who took a stack of cloths and spun away.

"and you, highness. come here, elevate her head." tavina sluiced water from a shallow basin over the gasping jaws.

when her cloths were brought back, she laid them over the nape and shoulders and flanks of the ailing woman. "we will soak this regularly, and keep her cool, and watered. it is all we can do for now."