Master Bingen, Lord Phraselm, and a servant walked their way out of the library to head on for Lady Radelaine's room.
Just as they got out of the library door made of heavy wood backed with diagonal bracings with iron hinges, they saw Iulian handing out a letter to a page boy in a round flat hat in his puffed, decorated sleeves, and a short sword hanging on the waistband — indeed a page boy with high social rank having his sword belted in him. It's a letter to the king after all.
Iulian noticed both of them coming out of the library and so he had his final word to the page boy and left to meet with them. He recognized the Magistri and it was a Magistri from Dolor Town.
"Pleasant evening Magistri," Iulian said as he greets Master Bingen. It's the least of his concern why the master is here so he didn't bother to ask.
"Pleasant evening to you too Iulian," Master Bingen replied and nodded in a kind gesture.
"Whose letter was that?" Lord Phraselm asked as he wonders as well where he had been while he was taking a nap.
"Oh, that was your father's letter. He asked me to scribe for him." Iulian responded not mentioning it was meant for King Carteph. Not that the letter was uninteresting but it was a matter not important at the moment to Iulian, "Anyway, where are you heading?"
"I asked Lord Phraselm to allow me to visit the lady that is in your house. I am dear close to the young lady, you see" although Iulian is a little surprised by Master Bingen knowing Lady Radelaine is here, he nodded in agreement and walked with them to the left wing.
After all, Magistris is with the temple, the temple they wished to avoid currently. But since his cousin trusted the Magistri, might as well he does too. His trust and loyalty are with him and the Nemago Family.
"I saw Yefel outside the walls of the manor house in his berline carriage. He said he forgot to tell you that the opium should give Radelaine a long sleep and if it's rather a night of short sleep, she'll fly. I don't what that means though." Iulian might be slightly confused when he heard it the first time, but he almost burst into a laugh.
"Well, she is awake right now and I remember not seeing her flying," Lord Phraselm uttered not finding Yefel's words funny. He thinks too lightly of the situation. He doesn't like that.
"I am certain of that as well," Iulian said trying to hide his laugh but Master Bingen let out a light chuckle when Iulian was suppressing his.
"I think I know what your healer was talking about," Master Bingen remarked. It's truly an unpleasant jest, but it was a true jest after all,
"I've only seen it once," he began, "Master Lori was operating on a patient's scapula when it woke up. The patient hated the floor so much he wanted the sky, so he jumped off the window and never walked ever since — he fell 6 levels from the temple, that guy."
"Why in the name of King Gradh is that? Shouldn't we go to her quick?" Iulian's respite ended with hearing Magistri's story.
"What is opium anyway?" Phraselm asked as their steps pace a little fast
"It's not very often masters or healers give opium to the sick. Some never walked again, and some leave the world for all eternity. It is used to take the pain away as Magistris open up a patient's outside. Now, I've heard they are making small tablets, although that is still a huge amount of does. You see, the Magistris are still filling up the book for opium," as he ended his vague explanation, they reached Lady Radelaine's room.
"We're here," Lord Phraselm said and opened the door revealing Lady Radelaine leaning towards the window, "Get her out of there," he blurted to the maid holding a teacup.
Lady Radelaine was only feeling the breeze on her skin. It was rather a good way to get her to sense and link her back to her right mind. Nevertheless, the opium she had was a full tablet. She's not meant to be awakened.
The maid is puzzled about what the Lord meant by getting her out. Get her out of where? But she put down the cup on the bedside table and got Radelaine to sit back on the bed anyways.
The lady curled her brows and pouted a little at the maid holding her arms and slightly dragging her body slowly away from the window. She wanted to feel the wind for much longer.
"How's she?" Master Bingen asked the maid.
"She's... getting better," she answered in her quiet gentle voice, "... after I get her out of her corset and laced dress, she talks now," she added and gave her the tea she got for her before Master Bingen, Lord Phraselm and Iulian got in the room.
"She couldn't talk awhile ago?" Master Bingen looked at Phraselm and asks him.
"I never heard her talk and she barely comprehends what's going on around her. I don't think she recognizes anyone or anything," he responded, and then sat a little further by the footboard of the bed. Iulian on the other hand sat on the other side where Radelaine is and leaned by the headboard.
Master Bingen eyed the men sitting on a lady's bed. It's not really a sight to behold.
Radelaine drank the tea in her hand. In Phraselm's thoughts, he pondered indeed she is getting better. He didn't think she'll be able to remember how to drink.
"Do you recognize me Lady Radelaine?" Phraselm asked while Master Bingen was examining something in Radelaine's neck. Something is wrapped around it.
"Hmm," she heard a familiar silvery voice that she heard before, now she finally remembers, "Lord Phraselm," in a croaky voice she answered.
Phraselm's face lit up as he heard his name coming out from Radelaine.
"I'm sorry," she added, "I'm light-headed. I'm not feeling so well," she let out a light grunt after she forced her voice out of her.
She's still weak and even speaking is a difficult task for her. Pleasant news may it be that the lady is getting back on her toes again but it almost feels like to Phraselm that only the pain was gone.
He breathed in deep concern.
"Is there something you could do Master Bingen?" Phraselm asked the Magistri.
"I'm a master in music Lord Phraselm, attending the sick is not what I do... Does she have a fever?" he touched the back of his hands unto Radelaine's forehead, "She doesn't. A mandrake or mint should bring her strength... What is that tea she is having?"
"Master Bingen," Lady Radelaine queried at another familiar voice that is talking.
"It is me, milady. I am glad you recognize me as well." a light gloom in the face of the Magistri turned into a light smile. Nothing is as glad as seeing a girl calling out for his name that he never heard anymore in a longest time.
"It's henbane, Magistri. The hemlock I will give after she finishes this pot." the maid said quickly trying not to interfere too much in their conversation.
"hmm, I- uhh..." Radelaine makes a sound like how someone would sound in the morning, "... how can I ever forget, Master Bingen," in her airy little smile holding a little bittersweet memory, her recollection of the past is rushing in her thoughts.
Radelaine, woozy from the opium, remembered what happened in the temple. It's a memory that'll live in her for the rest of her life, that even the opium couldn't make her forget.
"It's alright young lady. It'll all be over soon. That's what I pray for every day." Master Bingen though disappointed at what Radelaine did, understood why she had to do what she did. It is because she witnessed something she need not witness to.
It's a matter out of his hand and all he could do is pray.
The rest of the people in the room, unaware of such history, fell silent at their curiosity.
Lord Phraselm dazes in the eyes of Lady Radelaine looking more alive than a while ago. He looked at her neck and saw some kind of plant patching in her bruise. Her long hair was blocking his sight so he moved her hair to see if the patch is still placed properly.
"You gents are getting a little comfortable in the lady's chamber. You do know that an unmarried Lady and an unmarried Lord in a household together is scandalous," a scold from the Magistri they heard in his tone. He was closing his eyes as a way to control his anger for he can't stand these two anymore.
They right away stood and distanced themselves from Radelaine. Iulian is not a Lord but it still suddenly felt inappropriate for him to also feel comfortable in the room.
There's not much chair in here after all.
"It's not impossible," Lord Phraselm whispered to himself that Iulian and the maid heard. Marriage is not impossible, he meant.
Both made a soundless chuckle. They know for sure that Lady Radelaine's best interest is becoming Lord Phraselm's.