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I hope I may feel . . . fulfilled.'
`Still, it will be good to get back amongst your own kind, I imagine.'
`Yes, I'm sure you can imagine.'
`Well, I must be going,' you said, standing. Then you said, `It was strange, all those deaths at Yvenir,
then good Duke Ormin, and those three men.'
`Strange, sir?'
`So many knives, or blades, at any rate. And yet so few found. The murder weapons, I mean.'
`Yes. Strange.'
You turned at the door. `That was a bad business the other night, in the questioning chamber.'
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The Doctor said nothing.
`I'm glad you were delivered. . . unscathed. I would give a great deal to know how it was accomplished,
but I would not trade the knowledge for the result.' You smiled. `I dare say I will see you again, Doctor,
but if I do not, let me wish you a safe journey back to your home.'
And so, a half-moon later, I stood on the quayside with the Doctor, hugging her and being hugged and
knowing that I would do anything to make her stay or be allowed to follow her, and also that I would
never see her again.
She pushed me gently away. 'Oelph,' she said, sniffing back her tears. `You will not forget that Doctor
Hilbier is more formal in his approach than I. I have respect for him but he-'
`Mistress, I will not forget anything you have told me.'
`Good. Good. Here.' She reached into her jacket. She presented me with a sealed envelope. `I have
arranged with the Mifeli clan that you have an account with them. This is the authority. You may use the
earnings on what pleases you, though I hope you will do a little experimentation of the type I taught you -'
`Mistress!'
`- but the capital, I have instructed the Mifelis, the capital only becomes yours when you achieve the title
of Doctor. I would advise you to buy a house and premises, but-'
`Mistress! An account? What? But what, where?' I said, genuinely astonished. She had already left me
what she thought might come in useful to me - and what I might be able to store in a single room in the
house of my new mentor, Doctor Hilbier - from her supplies of medicines and raw materials.
`It is the money the King gave me,' she said. `I don't need it. It is yours. Also, there is in the envelope the
key to my journal. It contains all the notes and the descriptions of my experiments. Please use it as you
see fit.'
`Oh, mistress!'
She took my hand in hers and squeezed. `Be a good doctor, Oelph. Be a good man. Now, quickly,' she
said, with a desperately sad and unconvincing laugh, `to save our tears before we both become
hopelessly dehydrated, eh? Let us-'
`And if I became a doctor, mistress?' I asked, in a far more collected and cold manner than I would
have imagined I was capable of at such a moment. `If I became a doctor and used some of the money to
mirror your trip, and come to Drezen?'
She had started to turn away. She turned halfway back, and looked at the wooden decking of the quay.
`No, Oelph. No, I . . . I don't think I'll be there.' She looked up and smiled a brave smile. `Goodbye,
Oelph. Fare well.'
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`Goodbye, mistress. Thank you.'
I will love you for ever.
I thought the words, and could have said them, might have said them, perhaps nearly said them, but in
the end did not say them. It may be that that was the unsaid thing even I did not know I had thought of
saying that let me retain a shred of selfrespect.
She walked slowly up the first half of the steep-set gangplank, then lifted her head, lengthened her stride,
straightened her back and strode up and on to the great galleon, her dark hat disappearing somewhere
beyond the black webbing of the ropes, all without a backward glance.
I walked slowly back up the city, my head down, my tears dripping down my nose and my heart in my
boots. Several times I thought to look up and round, but each time I told myself the ship would not have
sailed yet. All the time I kept hoping, hoping, hoping that I would hear the slap of running, booted feet, or
the doubled thud of a pursuing sedan chair, or the rattle of a hire carriage and the snort of its team, and
then her voice.
The cannon went for the bell, echoing round the city and causing birds to flap and fly all over in wheeling
dark flocks, crying and calling, and still I did not look round because I judged that I was in the wrong
part of the city to see the harbour and the docks, and then when I finally did look up and back I realised
I had walked too far up into the city and I was almost in Market Square. I could not possibly see the
galleon from here, not even its top-most sails.
I ran back down the way I had come. I thought I might be too late, but it was not too late, and by the
time I could see the docks again, there was the great vessel, all bulbous and stately and moving towards
the harbour entrance under the tow of two long cutters full of men heaving on stout oars. There were still
many people on the dockside, waving at the passengers and crew gathered near the stern of the
departing galleon. I could not see the Doctor on the ship.
I could not see her on the ship!
I ran around the dockside like a mad man, looking for her. I searched each face, studied every
expression, tried to analyse each stance and gait, as though in my lovelorn lunacy I really believed that
she had indeed decided to quit the ship and stay here, stay with me, this whole apparent departure just a
maddeningly extended joke, and yet, on relinquishing the ship, for a jest had decided to disguise herself,
just to taunt me further.
The galleon slipped out to sea almost without me noticing, letting the cutters come creasing back across
the waves while she, beyond the harbour wall, let drop her creamy fields of sail and took the wind about
her.
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