“What’s toward?” said John, who had been wholly shut up in his work.
“Only one of his ‘wisdom’ dinners. You’ve sat at a few since you were a man.”
“True: and mostly good. How would Stephen have us——?”
“Gown and hood over all. There will be a doctor from Salerno—one Roger, an Italian. Wise and famous with the knife on the body. He’s been in the Infirmary some ten days, helping me—even me!”
“’Never heard the name. But our Stephen’s physicus before sacerdos, always.”
“And his Lady has a sickness of some time. Roger came hither in chief because of her.”
“Did he? Now I think of it, I have not seen the Lady Anne for a while.”
“Ye’ve seen nothing for a long while. She has been housed near a month—they have to carry her abroad now.”
“So bad as that, then?”
“Roger of Salerno will not yet say what he thinks. But——”