terrible fights with my father about some things I heard. And what I cannot understand is this horrible man… How he gained access to my room I still don’t know. I was reading, and then he was there. He put something against my face, and…”
Daniel felt how her hand squeezed his. Her shoulders showed him she was crying, even though she made no sound. He wondered if it would be preacherly to put an arm around her, as he felt sorry for her. Before he could make a decision, her crying stopped.
“If it had not been for Mr. Zacharias, I don’t know how long I would have been left there, in that filthy cellar…” Her fingers still held on to Daniel’s hand. “Maybe I should thank him. I do not recall if I did…”
Daniel almost said something as himself. He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. “Give it time. You have gone through shocking experiences. You need to take time to accept them, work through them and leave them behind. They cannot be undone, but they can make you a stronger person.” The words came by themselves. He had heard something like them from a psychologist once, on star base, as he was being prepped for a mission.
“I don’t feel stronger, preacher,” she said, as she looked at him.
“It will come. Zoroon and Skarak were not built in one day. Nor will you recover from everything in one day.” Daniel improvised with an old Earth saying and hoped it would not sound ridiculous. “Maybe you should sleep now. Work on recovering. On rebuilding yourself.”
Rayko nodded. Her hand slipped from Daniel’s and dropped onto the bed. “Yes. I am tired.” She tried to pull up the covers and groaned.
Daniel got up and bent over. He reached down and pulled up the covers. “Is this enough?” He noticed the gentle scent, as of flowers, that rose up from her.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Daniel’s face got hot as he noticed how she tried to see who was inside the dark hood. He hoped, calling upon fire and brimstone, that the candle cast enough shadows to hide his face.
“Would you please blow out the light for me?” Her voice sounded weak and sleepy suddenly.
Daniel blew out the candle that was on the small table. He could now barely see her as some light from the corridor came in. “Sleep well.”
“Sleep well, preacher…”
Daniel turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. His mind now had even more to round around with. He went to bed and had the strangest dream during his sleep, filled with bombs and cellars crashing down on him, and a bed of flowers to rest in.
“Mr. Zacharias…” Someone was shaking Daniel gently but persistently. “Mr. Zacharias…”
“What…” Daniel refused to leave the flowerbed, but the hand on his shoulder was stronger.
“Miss Dandra ko Galem asks to see the preacher, sir. The senator is sorry to wake you, but the lady is in low spirits.” The man, who was still shaking Daniel, spoke with an urgency in his voice that Daniel could not ignore.
“Okay… give me a moment…” He got up as the servant left the room and waited for Daniel in the corridor. Daniel became the preacher, yawned, rubbed his face and stepped out of the room. As they walked to the room where Rayko was, Daniel made sure the hood was properly hiding his face.
There was a lot of light in the room. Sygra was there, wearing a dark long housecoat. “Ah… preacher…” he said as Daniel entered.
Daniel looked at the woman in the bed. Her face was all sweaty, her eyes looked strange.
“Preacher,” she whispered, holding out a hand for him.
Unsure what to do, Daniel sat down on the bed and took her hand. It felt warm. Too warm. “What is wrong? How can we help you?” He turned to Sygra. “Has a doctor been warned?”
“Yes. The doctor is on his way,” Sygra said.
“I am so warm, preacher…” Rayko whispered.
Daniel felt her cheek, it was burning with fever. “Bring cool water and towels,” he said, disregarding the fact that he was actually commanding the senator as well. “And something easy to drink.”
The two servants both quickly left.
Daniel carefully used the sleeve of his brown tunic to wipe the sweat from Rayko’s face. As he did so, she took his hand with both her hands and lay it against her cheek.
“Please… one moment…” she whispered.
Daniel’s hand was cool against her face, he felt the difference too. He bent over and put his other hand over her other cheek. A flash of his dream came back to him as he smelled her flowery scent again, even through the heat of her sweating.
One servant returned, carrying a bowl of water and several towels. Daniel slowly took his hands away from the warm face, stuck a towel in the bowl and cooled her face with it.
“Why didn’t you do this already?” he asked the servant.
“She only wanted the preacher, sir,” the servant apologised. “We wanted to but she refused.”
Daniel bit away a remark that a hurt and feverish girl did not have to refuse anything, but again, this was not the time to do that.
The doctor was brought into the room. “Oh dear, this looks serious,” he said.
Daniel stepped aside to let the man do his work. Dammit Rhonda, where are you when I need you, he thought to himself. He was certain that the doctor was very capable, but the things the man carried in his bag did not fill him with much confidence. To his surprise he saw how Rayko even tried to push the doctor away.
“Preacher…” she repeated.
Daniel kneeled by the bed and took her hand. “I am here. Be calm. Let the doctor do.” It seemed to calm her down.
The doctor gave her a few small pills, that she barely could swallow down. With the help of luke warm tea it worked, however.
“This is medicine against the fever,” the doctor said, “and something to help her sleep. A fever is not uncommon in situations like these.”
Daniel wondered how often the doctor had encountered a situation like this, but remained silent. Sygra thanked the doctor, who was then taken to the front door again. The preacher sat down on the bed again and looked at the pale face. She did not look like someone who would play a game of any sort, he thought.
“Preacher… tell me of Nahmyo,” she whispered as she dropped a hand on his knee. She closed her eyes.
Daniel swallowed hard. He was getting into quicksand and there was hardly a way to avoid it. Suddenly he heard a whisper behind him. He recognised the voice of the senator. After the first line he knew what he had to do: simply repeat the slowly spoken words.
“Nahmyo was on the world… she had been sent with a message… to tell the people about life… and the world around…”
Sygra and Daniel spoke for several minutes. Daniel noticed how Rayko was falling asleep, as she was relaxing. At a certain point Daniel stopped talking, Sygra holding still also.
“She sleeps,” Daniel said as he turned to the senator.
“You did well, Daniel,” the thin man smiled.
Daniel got up after placing Rayko’s hand under the cover. Quietly all but one servant left the room. The servant would watch over Rayko.
“I did nothing but repeat your words, senator,” said Daniel.
“You were there. That was more important. Now we should try to get some more sleep. Interruptions like these will take their toll over the day.”
Daniel nodded. Silently he went back to his room, took off the brown and grey clothes and fell into the bed again. There were no more dreams waiting for him.
The next day he woke up amazingly refreshed, despite the broken night. He dressed in what the servants of the senator had arranged for him and headed to the room where breakfast was being served. Sygra was already there and greeted him.
“You are up early, sir,” Daniel said as he sat down, ready to be surprised what would come from the kitchen.
“Old people sleep little,” Sygra said with a wink. “Once again, my gratitude for being here, Daniel.”
