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had as yet, not spoken a single word.’
    And then suddenly things changed. The stranger gestured into the air and it all disappeared and the man was no longer in a magical room reclining on a wonderful bed but in modest room of similar proportions, comfortable on a bed of rude wood lying on a mattress of straw. A window had appeared which let in a warm sunlight, and he could see trees and a forest stretching off into the distance. The walls were now plain, of simple timber and plaster, whitewashed and clean.
    The stranger stood before him unchanged and still smiling warmly. The man was utterly and completely bewildered.
    ‘Am I alive?’ he asked in a whisper, and the stranger nodded and then sat down on a bench by the window.
    ‘Yes my friend you are alive, but only by the smallest of margins. It was a close thing indeed.’
    ‘What happened just now, the room the walls, the..’ he trailed off and waited.
    ‘First things first,’ said the stranger, ‘introductions, and then your leg, and then explanations; we have a lot to talk about and not a great deal of time. Are you happy with that?’ The man nodded.
    The stranger spoke again.
    ‘For now you shall call me Mentor.’ He held out his hand and the two shook. The man thought this introduction to be quite strange but the handshake was real enough, quite warm and strong.
    ‘I know you are wary of revealing your name in the Lowlands which is as should be in these times, but you can do so without danger to me.’ The man nodded. Indeed he was careful to never use his real name when he traveled, but he no longer felt constrained.
    ‘My name is Rema,’ he said quietly, ‘Rema Bowman, and I believe I owe you my life.’
    ‘Yes it is, and so you do,’ replied Mentor with another smile. ‘And now to your leg.’
    Rema looked down at his right thigh and saw that it was not as swollen, and it throbbed less than it had. Perhaps the infection had passed. Mentor seemed to know what he was thinking however, and commented seriously as he too viewed the leg thoughtfully.
    ‘This place has its own sense of rightness and healing, which has worked already for I can see some improvement, but it is not yet safe. There is poison within which will need to be removed, and quickly too. We haven’t the time for normal ways of healing, although they are always best. I will need to intervene a little. Please do not be alarmed.’
    ‘Please do whatever is required,’ said Rema quietly, ‘from what I have seen, rather from what I have experienced so far, you seem to be able to do far more than is humanly possible. I cannot be in better hands.’ He paused a moment, then added quietly ‘But in all truth I have many questions.’
    ‘And some shall receive answers, Rema, but not all. Now lie back and let me do what I can.’
    Rema obeyed and watched in wonder as Mentor washed his leg with a warm and sweet smelling liquid. It burnt at the start but slowly his leg went numb. Not enough so that he did not need to grip the bed at times as his wound was cleaned, but enough for him to remain conscious and see Mentor open the wound with a sharp knife and remove the black pus and clean the edges of all the dead flesh. His wound was filled with a warm poultice which Mentor brought from another room and then it was all strapped shut until a suitable time has passed and then reopened and the substance removed. He lay alone for a time with many thoughts and wonders racing through his mind. Rema felt the pain lessen as time passed, and he knew his fever had diminished, and his sweating disappeared completely. Finally Mentor took a needle and thread and sowed the wound edges together in the common manner he had seen before when a child.
    But the most amazing thing happened at the end. Cleaned and stitched the wound was no longer black and swollen, but reddish and less threatening, although Rema knew he would not walk well on it for many days. The infection had done its work.  But Mentor was not