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Show 67 and half dragging me to the church where they propped me against its stone walls. "God's body, what's the matter with him!" Damien exclaimed, "Has he taken a fit?" "Gast gave him some of the leaves to wake him up," Hilde told the twins. "And he got sick like this?" Dietrich's voice clanged like the church bell. "God's blood, the leaves didn't make me sick at all the night we stayed up sewing." "Me either," Damien said. "I felt good. What about you, Hilde? You took the stuff too, didn't you, after Gast played the first time?" "Yes. I liked it. It made me wide awake and brave enough to stay out in the dark. I thought some of it would help Geist too, he was so tired tonight." "I want to go home," I moaned. "I'm not going to take him. I don't want to miss the dancing," Damien declared. "Too bad Gast wasted the leaves on Geist," Dietrich complained. "Gast told me he doesn't have much left." "Will you help me take him home, Dietrich?" Hilde asked. "If I must," the twin growled. "But let's go quickly so I can come back." With my arms across their shoulders, they dragged me to the bake shop where I fell to the floor in a stupor. I don't remember anything else until the next morning at full daylight. |
