He guided her hand to the boy’s groin, where the femoral artery throbbed like a trapped bird. As she pressed down, the boy’s eyes fluttered open. He looked up, not at the doctor, but at Zainab.
“An angel,” the boy croaked, his voice thick with delirium. “Am I… in the garden?”
“You are in the hands of fate,” Zainab replied softly.
As the first grey light of dawn filtered through the shutters, the boy’s fever broke. The wound had been cleaned, the artery stitched with the delicacy of a lace-maker. Yusha sat in a chair by the hearth, his hands shaking, covered in the blood of his enemy’s son.
The messenger, who had been watching from the corner, stepped forward. He looked at the silver instruments on the table, then at Yusha’s face, now fully revealed in the morning light.
“I remember you,” the messenger said. “I was a boy when the Governor’s daughter died. I saw your portrait in the town square. There was a bounty on your head that stayed for five years.”
Yusha didn’t look up. “Then finish it. Call the guards.”
The messenger looked at the sleeping boy—the heir to a province, saved by the man they had condemned. He looked at Zainab, who stood like a sentinel, her sightless eyes fixed on the messenger as if she could see the very rot in his soul.
“My master is a cruel man,” the messenger said quietly. “If I tell him who you are, he will execute you to save his own pride. He cannot owe his son’s life to a ‘murderer.’”
“Then why stay?” Zainab asked.
“Because the boy,” the messenger gestured to the bed, “is not like his father. He spoke of ‘the angel’ as he drifted off. He has a heart that hasn’t been hardened by the city yet.”
The messenger reached out and took the silver scalpel from the table. He didn’t use it on Yusha. Instead, he walked to the fire and dropped it into the glowing coals.
“The doctor is dead,” the messenger said, looking Yusha in the eye. “He died in the fire years ago. This man is just a beggar who got lucky with a needle. I will tell the Governor we found a wandering monk. We will be gone by noon.”
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