Something has gone wrong within, about which I know nothing; were there broken bones I could have healed them.

I should only have had to feel them with my hands, and then the good God would have told me what to do and I should have cured her.

But in this sickness of hers I have no skill.

I might indeed put a blister on her back, and perhaps that would draw away-the blood and relieve her for a time.

Or I could give her a draught made from beaver kidneys; it is useful when the kidneys are affected, as is well known.