Henry threw mushrooms and roots and hummed to himself:
Romula Lukola Sola,
Romula Bukola Unsola.
Romula Omila Kela
...
"I never cease to be surprised at your talent, Sir Henry."
"No, I don't sing well."
"I'm talking about making medicinal soups. I have seen your work so many times, but I am constantly surprised!"
"You're exaggerating, you're exaggerating, brother. Most of the success of my medicinal dishes lies with you. After all, I'm a former military cook, not a doctor, remember?"
Dr. Chu gave a painful gasp. [O Supreme One! Apparently, at some point, the ranons sat on me and advised me to become a doctor.]
Henry was about to throw a whisper of grass when the body shook. [Shimare! Now?!] The cook began to fall. [Not on a hot pot!] Henry put in the last effort to correct the "flight".
Smack!
"Sir Henry!"
"Shimare!" the angry cook sneezed blood and passed out.
***
[...a warrior is obliged to defend the fortress, despite the loss of his legs. This is the duty of a soldier, a doctor, a king or any other person who protects human lives. Do you understand, advanced? Now pull up your guts and go into battle!]
[Yes, General... wait a minute?]
Henry opened his eyes. He's in a modest house. Beside her, Susannah was crying.
"D-dear!"
"It happened again, didn't it?" the man shifted his gaze to Chu.
"Your disease is progressing. I'm sorry, Sir Henry, but I'm not able to help you. It is necessary to seek help from more experienced colleagues from the highest ranks."
Henry frowned. The audience fell silent for a long time.
Susannah's eyes darted from her son to her husband, then to the doctor. The doctor himself could not swallow a lump of viscous saliva.
"All right," Henry said briefly, very briefly.
"Dr. Chu, I beg you, if they find out about my husband's illness" the woman could not finish: her breath caught.
"I understand, miss," Chu sat down, "There are thirteen years left? If we had the greatest doctor, our situation would be better."
"I do not argue, but between my own life and the well-being of my family, I will choose the latter! So we'll do with two ordinary doctors! Do you understand?"
"But, Sir Henry!"
The man put his fingers to his lips: "Shhh!"
Little Romulus gave a long yawn.
"Oh, and who has woken up here? Do you want to listen to a fairy tale, baby?"
<
In ancient times, before the Battle of the Schism, there lived a Monster of the Universe – the father of all things. And he had three sons: Sola, Unsola and Kela.
The brothers loved to play and explore the beautiful world, but their father was afraid for the children. He didn't sleep well, he didn't eat enough. And he did not want to let his brothers go a single step.
But Sola's older brother stamped his foot, shouted to the heavens, turned around and left. So the family split into their Native lands and the Rebel.
The monster of the World sneezed blood, scolded the stars!
The youngest son, Kela, hastened to console:
"My dear father! Do not be angry with your brother. I'll get Sola back."
The Monster of the World had no choice. It sighed. And gave the young man his blessing. Kela went in search of it.
"I am obliged to direct my brother, on whom the Ranons sat, on the right path," the young man kept repeating, "I also like mountains and forests, but to resist a parent is a great blasphemy!"
Kela wandered for a long time, finding no traces of the fugitive. [The older one is smarter than the younger one,] the young man would say, and, pulling up his guts, he searched and searched again. Kela came to a wide valley, where he decided to make a bed for the night.
"We need to get food," the white rabbit was captured by hunting. "Here's dinner!"
"Wait!" the furry animal begged "Have mercy, O son of the Monster of the World."
Kela shook his head,
"If I let you go, I'll be hungry." I myself will become an easy prey if I spare every rabbit.
"No! Take your time, son of a Monster! I will give a ransom for myself! You will not be afraid of hunger."
"Really?" the young man blinked rapidly.
"Do you know the name of the valley where you spend the night? That is the Valley of Power."
"The Valley of Power?"
"Find indrikoteriev, snakes and sheep: the first will serve you as legs, the second will give you delicious eggs, the third-warm wool. The only thing you need is to tame them! Subdue these animals, attach them to the surface of the Valley of Power, put them on your knees and turn them into servants!"
"Thank you, dear animal," Kel released the rabbit. "And remember, power over animals is not easy, power over people is terrible!"
The rabbit galloped away, restraining himself from a malicious laugh. Kela found three animals, fed them, and put them to the bottom of the valley. The animals watered and kicked, and the young man's eyes turned red. "What is it? Is there a fire boiling in these animals?! Where did they get such a will? Kela, pulling up the intestines, took out more food and stuffed it into their mouths.
The animals quieted down and obediently bowed. From now on, Kela will have strong legs, a full stomach and warm clothes.