"I have been bathing it with snow while you were unconscious." She gathered a fresh handful as she spoke, and, very tenderly she wiped away the blood.

Then from her own head she took the fine linen lanza that she wore, and made a bandage--a bandage sweet with the faint fragrance of marsh-mallow--and bound it about my battered skull.

When that was done she turned her attention to my shoulder.

This was a more difficult matter, and all that we could do was to attempt to stanch the blood, which already had drenched my doublet on that side.

To this end she passed a long scarf under my arm, and wound it several times about my shoulder.
At last her gentle ministrations ended, I sought to rise.