Ash and Quill(24)

"Yes, Med- I mean, Doctor."

"Dr. Askuwheteau. Go!"

Jess pushed back out of the crowd and looked for Morgan. She was standing with their guard, who'd clearly not been comfortable allowing both out of his sight, and seemed relieved to see Jess, with the tall man striding behind him. "Doctor," the guard greeted him. "One of the prisoners is injured."

"Burns, the boy said."

"Yes."

"Worth my time?"

The guard shrugged. "Not my call."

Askuwheteau struck out in a walk that forced the three of them to a run to keep up. No one stopped them. Chaos had turned to organization in the short time they'd been to find the doctor, and teams of workers were on every burning building, while others were already at work salvaging from smoking wreckage. Everyone moved with a purpose.

And, to Jess's relief, no one signaled to the doctor for help along the way.

As they hit the park, Askuwheteau lengthened his stride even more, moving at a speed that even Jess was hard-pressed to match, and despite his best efforts he was three steps behind when they arrived at the prison. He found Askuwheteau crouched down next to Santi and Wolfe.

He took one quick look at the wound and shook his head. He slipped his battered bag from his shoulder and, without a word, took Santi's arm and held it up for inspection in the smoky afternoon light. It was getting near on sunset, Jess realized.

"Are you trained?" Wolfe demanded. The Philadelphia doctor gave him a narrow look and ignored him to focus past Jess, on Morgan, who'd just arrived.

"You. Girl. Give me the pot with green and yellow strings from my bag," he said.

Morgan opened the bag and began rummaging in it. The doctor looked away, and then, as if he'd noticed something, returned his attention to her. He studied her closely, and his lips parted to say something. 

Morgan beat him to it, without looking up from the sack. "Yes. And I can feel you have the talent, too. Not strong enough to send you to the Tower, but enough. Are you their only Obscurist?" Jess knew he looked a fool; he'd never asked if Obscurists could recognize each other. Never thought of it. Morgan saw his look as she glanced up. "The best Medica are often gifted, but not enough to be Obscurists," she said. "He's almost strong enough."

"Almost, yes. I worked with the Obscurists when I was young, developing Library medicines," the doctor said. "And yes, I am the only one with anything like Obscurist powers here. I've done what I could, but you are much stronger. You can increase the potency of what I've prepared. If you would, please. It might well save your friend."

She found the pot with green and yellow strings-though those were almost as colorless as the red cord had been-and opened it. She dipped her fingers inside and closed her eyes, and a faint shimmer of gold seemed to pass through her skin and into the pot. She handed it to the doctor, who sniffed and nodded, then took a soft brush from a kit at his belt and began painting the stuff onto Santi's burns. It did glow, Jess thought, a very faint, whispering shimmer.

"Excellent," Askuwheteau said. "Never work against the properties of nature unless you have time, and focus. You know that, I suppose. Start with a healing potion, and you can make it much stronger quite easily. Changing poison to a healing potion takes a great deal more time, talent, and energy." He paused to look at the balm he'd applied. It continued to glimmer. "You have a real gift, girl. Valuable. It's best you keep it hidden, or you'll find yourself serving the Iron Tower, locked in a collar."

"I escaped," she said. That earned her a set of raised eyebrows. Askuwheteau gestured for the bag, and she passed it over. "You won't tell Beck about me?"

"I expect he already knows. After all, the eight of you came here with two London Burners. They would have told him."

Askuwheteau was right, of course. Beck had to know, though he'd said little. Not yet.

Morgan said nothing, but her quick glance at Jess spoke volumes. Worry, but mixed with something else he couldn't identify as easily. She's plotting something, he thought, and the idea turned him cold. He didn't want Morgan risking herself.

"I can help you more," she told the doctor quietly. "At least, with Captain Santi. If you'll allow it."

Jess watched as she methodically strengthened the potency of every one of Dr. Askuwheteau's medicines. The doctor applied them, layer on layer. He was examining the rest of Santi's arm now. Santi, while Jess hadn't been watching, had slipped into the kind embrace of unconsciousness, so if there was pain from the doctor's manipulations, he wasn't feeling it.

"You're Library trained," Wolfe said. "But you left the service."