The doctor visits Alexander and prescribes some medicine with a worried face. He orders to keep the room warm but to wipe him with cold towels to cool down his skin.
«The Lord needs to drink a lot,» he says, then.
I nod, mentally listing the tasks.
Then, the medic grabs the blanket and uncovers my husband all of a sudden.
«I need some aquavit, my Lady,» he mutters, and I open the room to order the servants.
I can't maintain the fire by myself, so I'll have to call someone to help me. However, what will the doctor do with the alcohol?
When the bottle arrives, he infuses a pair of socks in the beverage and puts them at the Duke's feet. Then, he also soaks a towel and ties it around the neck.
I just look at them, dumbfounded.
«This will help with the fever,» the doctor explained. «Meanwhile, someone can wipe the Lord's face with a cold towel. I've already made him take some honeysuckle, the fever should soon calm down.»
