could not see her flushing。 She almost regretted now that she had e。
He laughed softly。 〃I see；〃 he said。 And then； mildly； 〃Are you looking in on your patients； or going home？〃
She glared up at him。 Anger again。 Useful。 〃What does that mean？〃 she said coldly。 In the light from the torches she could see his face clearly now。 He regarded her with posure； but she thought she saw laughter lingering in his eyes。 〃What does 'I see' mean？〃 she demanded。
A brief silence。 〃Forgive me；〃 he said gravely。 〃Have I offended？〃
〃With that tone you did； yes；〃 she said sturdily。
〃Then I shall have to chastise him for you。〃
The voice was behind her； and known。 She wheeled； but not before she saw ibn Khairan's gaze shift beyond her and his expression change。
In the doorway to the infirmary Rodrigo Belmonte stood in a spill of candlelight； wearing the same overtunic and vest he'd worn to the banquet； with his sword on one hip。
〃I am always being chastised by someone；〃 ibn Khairan plained。
Rodrigo gave a snort of amusement。 〃I doubt that；〃 he said。 〃But you ought to know； if you don't already； that Mazur ben Avren's lack of success with our doctor here has been the talk of Ragosa for months。〃
〃It has？〃 said Ammar politely。
〃It has？〃 said Jehane in a very different tone。
〃I'm afraid so；〃 Rodrigo replied； looking at her。 He； too； was amused now； a certain wryness to the expression beneath the full moustache。 〃I must confess I've made a sum of money in this matter。〃
〃You've been wagering on me？〃 Jehane heard her voice swirling upwards。
〃I have great confidence in all the members of my pany；〃 Rodrigo said。
〃I am not a member of your pany！〃
〃I continue to live in hope；〃 he murmured blandly。
Behind her； ibn Khairan laughed aloud。 She wheeled on him。 He held up his hands in a quick； warding gesture。 Jehane was silent； speechless in fact。 And then； resisting all the way； she felt her own amusement welling up。 She began to laugh； helplessly。
She leaned in the doorway； wiping at her eyes； looking from one man to the other。 From within the infirmary the two night attendants looked disapprovingly towards the three of them。 Jehane； who had to give the attendants firm instructions in a moment； struggled for posure。
〃She can't join us；〃 said Ammar ibn Khairan。 He had moved into the entranceway； out of the cutting wind。 〃Ben Avren will never let her leave the city。〃
〃Us？〃 said Rodrigo。
〃Leave the city？〃 said Jehane； in the same moment。
The handsome； smooth…shaven face turned from one of them to the other。 He took his time before speaking。
〃Some things do seem obvious；〃 said ibn Khairan； looking at the Valledan。 〃King Badir will be exceedingly nervous about having both of us in Ragosa this winter without gainful activity。 We will be sent somewhere。 Together。 I'll place a wager on that。 And given what you have just told me about the chancellor's entirely understandable interest in our splendid physician he is not going to permit her to leave Fezana with two such irresponsible men。〃
〃I am not an irresponsible man；〃 said Rodrigo Belmonte indignantly。
〃I beg to dissent；〃 Ammar said calmly。 〃Jehane told me that you caused a Batiaran mercenary…a fine man； a doughty soldier…to forget his own mother's name this afternoon！ Deeply irresponsible； I call that。〃
〃His mother's？〃 Rodrigo exclaimed。 〃Not his father's？ If it was his father's name…〃
〃You could understand it。 I know；〃 said Jehane。 〃The high lord ibn Khairan has already made that feeble jest。 Among other things the two of you appear to share the same childish humor。〃
〃Other things？ What other things？ I may now be offended。〃 Ibn Khairan's expression belied the words。 He didn't look weary or unfocused any more； she noted。 The physician in her was pleased with that。 She chose to ignore the question。
〃I am the one offended； remember？ And you haven't apologized yet。 Nor have you；〃 she said； turning upon Belmonte。 〃Wagering on my conduct！ And how dare you assume that the chancellor of Ragosa…or anyone else…dictates where and when I travel？〃
〃Good！〃 said Rodrigo。 〃I have been waiting a long time to hear you say that！ A winter campaign will be an excellent trial for all of us。〃
〃I didn't say…
〃Won't you e？〃 he said。 〃Jesting aside； Jehane； I badly need a good doctor； and I still remember something you said； about working among Esperanans。 Will you give us a chance to prove a point about that？〃
Jehane remembered it too。 She remembered that night extremely well。 Even the sun goes down； my lady。 She turned her mind from that thought。
〃What？〃 she said； sardonically。 〃Are there no pilgrims heading to blessed Queen Vasca's Isle this year？〃
〃Not from my pany；〃 said Rodrigo quietly。
There was a silence。 He had a way of stilling you； she thought。
〃You might also consider that a campaign outside the city would give you a respite from ben Avren's attentions；〃 said ibn Khairan； a little too casually。
She spun to glare at him。 His hands came up again； defensively。 〃Assuming； of course； you want a respite；〃 he added quickly。 〃He's a remarkable man。 A poet； a chancellor； a genuine scholar。 Prince of the Kindath。 Your mother would be proud。〃
〃If I let him bed me？〃 she asked sweetly。
〃Well no； not that； I suppose。 I was thinking of something more formal； of course。 Something 。。。 〃
He stopped； having registered the look in her eyes。 His hands came up for a third time； as if to block an assault。 His rings glittered。
Jehane glared at him； her own fingers curled into fists。 The problem was； she kept wanting to laugh； which made it difficult to cling to outrage。 〃You are in grave trouble if you happen to get sick on this campaign；〃 she said grimly。 〃Did no one ever warn you not to offend your doctor？〃
〃Many people； many times；〃 Ammar admitted ruefully。 〃I'm just not a responsible man； I fear。〃
〃I am；〃 said Rodrigo cheerfully。 〃Ask anyone！〃
〃Only；〃 she snapped over her shoulder； 〃because you're terrified of your wife。 You told me so！〃
Ibn Khairan laughed。 A moment later； so did Belmonte； his color high。 Jehane crossed her arms； refusing to smile； scowling at both of them。
She felt extraordinarily happy； though。
The temple bells chimed； beyond the rooftops south of them； bright and clear in the cold night； to awaken the devout for prayer。
〃Go home；〃 said Jehane to both men； looking into the infirmary。 〃I have patients to check on。〃
They glanced at each other。
〃And leave you here alone？ Would your mother approve？〃 asked ibn Khairan。
〃My father would；〃 Jehane said crisply。 〃This is a hospital。 I am a doctor。〃
That sobered them。 Ibn Khairan bowed； and Belmonte did the same。 They left； walking together。 She watched them go； standing in the doorway until they were swallowed up by the night。 She stood for another moment there； staring at the darkness before going into the infirmary。
The Karcher with the fractured arm still slept。 It was what he needed。 She had given him absinthe for pain； and her father's mixture to help him rest。
She woke the other man gently； with the attendants on either side of his pallet。 Sometimes they were violent when awakened。 These were fighting men。 The Batiaran knew her； though； which was good。 She had them hold up a torch for her and she looked at his eyes： cloudy still； but better than before and he followed her finger when she moved it before his face。 She put a hand behind his head and helped him drink： cloves； myrrh and aloes； for what had to be a brutal headache。
She changed the dressing on his wound； then withdrew to the other side of the room while the attendants helped him pass water into a beaker for her。 She poured the urine into her father's flask and studied it against the candlelight。 The top layer； which told of the head； was mostly clear now。 He was going to be all right。 She told him as much； speaking in his own language。 He sank back into slumber。
She decided to snatch a short rest in the infirmary after all。 They made up one of the beds for her and drew a screen in front of it for privacy。 She removed her boots and lay down in her clot