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Your sores look angry my friend, and your face is red with rage. Your ragged breath tells me you have been weeping…
Your knuckles are cracked and white. You are in pain. Come, I have medicine.
(holds up bottle of strong drink) and so do I, my comforter and nurse maid.
There is a city in the northern isles… You can be made clean. They will care for you and change these filthy dressings.
Come, Let me gather your things. There is a ship at the harbor. It leaves tonight.