"Our doctor is not sure what is killing the herdsman, so he is obliged to summon the town doctor to inspect him."
Then Klári muttered something, but what could not be heard.
"See, leave go the door, miss," said the assistant, "and let me in to look for the master."
"Doesn't he know what has hurt him?" stammered the girl.
"And the doctor's message to you," added Pesta, "is to collect all the ground coffee in the house, and give it to me. Till the other doctor comes with medicine, he is treating Sándor Decsi with coffee, for he can't tell what poison they gave the poor fellow." Then he hurried off to search for the innkeeper.
"He can't tell what poison," murmured Klári to herself, "but I can—if that be the danger, why I could tell the doctor, and then he would at once know what to give him."
She ran into her room, and opening the chest took from its bottom, the man-shaped witch roots. These she stuffed into her pocket.
Cursed be she who had given the evil counsel, and cursed be she who had followed it!
Then she set to work grinding coffee, so that by the time the assistant returned from the garden, where he had been forced to help with the swarm, the tin box was quite full.
"Now give me the coffee, miss," said he.