Chapter 134: Shame, Part 4
Telmé stripped and threw his clothes in a basket already half-filled with dirty clothes he would have to wash later, punishment for throwing Korin in the river half a month ago. He stared longingly at the bathing tubs, but healing had to come first. He grunted as the Priest standing nearby stepped forward and grabbed hold of his chin, brusquely turning his head back and forth, clucking in disapproval. "Determined to ruin that pretty face of yours, aren't you? Nose will never be the same, that's for certain." Letting go, the Priest began gently to clean Telmé's face before treating it with a stinging ointment that would ease pain and speed healing. "You look a fright, but hopefully her Highness will attribute it to you being a fine soldier. Let me see what else I can do." But it was still near to half an hour before the Priest gave a soft grunt and let him go. He looked Telmé over critically, then dismissed him with a sharp jerk of his chin toward the baths.