The baroness nodded. Roger knew her tone hardly mattered to him. She could curse like the sailor she was, and she still would not say anything he had not already heard in the army. The wound looked deep and nasty and he wondered how she was remaining conscious. He turned to the baroness. "Watch over her. I will go to meet the doctor and tell him where to go." The baroness smiled a sad smile. "Don't worry. Dr. Stevenson knows this house all to well. He will know where to come."

Across town, Dr. Stevenson was preparing to eat the excellent lunch of pork roast and sauerkraut his wife had prepared for him, when a lad from the baroness's estate rode up, with two horses, to fetch him. Without a seconds though, he threw on his brown great coat and tri-corner hat and climbed onto a horse. He was an older fellow, in his early sixties, but still in very good condition. He had long, gray hair, drawn back into a ponytail, a lean, kind face and blue eyes.