Xavier needed no less than two hours to complete all the procedures. All this time, I felt as if I were walking on thin ice. Not only could the Duke return at any moment, but I also didn't know if the medicine would work.
Having treated the commoner's wound, the doctor administered the decoction with a syringe since she was unconscious. As soon as everything was ready, he declared that now it was all in God's hands.
"The wound itself is shallow," the doctor declared casually, packing his bag, "It will take about ten days to heal. The main thing is that she can recover from the poison."
"I understand. Thank you for your help, sir," I thanked him sincerely.
"Oh, my lady..." the doctor sighed, "I don't know what you're planning, but I have a feeling this won't end well."
His wariness confused me.
"Oh, come on. After all, good deeds make this world a better place."
"Was it a good one?.." he muttered to himself.
"What?"
"You don't even know who she is," Xavier reminded me eloquently.
I hesitated.
"Maybe I don't. But I have a feeling she's a good person. So with your help, we have done a good deed today."
Unlike me, Xavier treated this situation with great skepticism, but said nothing. Considering how rare the ingredients used in this poison were, it must have cost a fortune. Who in their right mind would spend such money on some commoner?
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However, the physician quickly dismissed these thoughts. No need to stick his nose into the masters' affairs. All that was required of him was to conscientiously perform his job.
After the physician left, and Elisha went to see him out, we were left alone in the room. I stared at the girl's face, which, it seemed to me, now looked a little better.
Her unconscious expression was so innocent that I could easily have taken her for a child. Besides, all her hands were covered in calluses and abrasions. Well, my basic assumptions were confirmed. She must have worked hard all her life to support herself and her family.
In the past, I could perfectly understand her. I knew well what it was like to exhaust yourself with numerous part-time jobs. True, working as a cashier in a clothing store still couldn't compare to physical labor in the fields.
So this commoner's situation was even worse than mine.
Sometimes I thought about how hard the life of ordinary people was. Especially considering the current medieval times. If I got everything by birthright, then people like her were forced to earn a living through hard labor.
There was no talk of any labor code or overtime compensation here, of course. Ordinary people existed in truly harsh conditions.
Therefore, I was once again convinced that I had done a good deed today. Since I have such an opportunity, I should help people like her. Because in my time, there was no one to help me...
Reflecting on the difficult fate of ordinary mortals, I didn't immediately hear the noise coming from outside. And when it finally dawned on me, it was already too late. The carriage with the coat of arms of a white deer, belonging to the de Walte house, was visible from afar.
When I saw that the butler was already meeting my father at the main gate, I was instantly paralyzed with fear.
Only now did I realize that I hadn't thought about this at all. What reason could I have to keep this commoner in my room? The Duke would certainly be angry if he found an uninvited guest in the house. In the worst case, both of us would end up on the street.
It seemed my head was aching again.
There were only minutes left before my father crossed the threshold of the house. He never had a habit of coming into my room, or even to this floor. But who knows what could happen?
I looked out the window with extreme anxiety. Vainly trying to think of a solution to this problem, I didn't immediately notice a barely perceptible rustle behind me.
I shuddered, instinctively feeling someone's gaze on me. A chill ran down my spine.
When I turned around, a pair of golden eyes appeared before me.