Well, Bickley performed what he calls operation, and the Lord Oro, he came up from his house and helped him, because Bastin is no good in such things.
Then he can only turn away his head and pray.

I, too, helped, holding hot water and linen and jar of the stuff that made you feel like nothing, although the sight made me feel more sick than anything since I saw one I loved killed, oh, long, long ago." "Was the operation successful ?" I asked, for I did not dare to begin to thank her.
"Yes, that clever man, Bickley, lifted the bone which had been crushed in.

Only then something broke in your head and you began to bleed here," and she touched what I believe is called the temporal artery.

"The vein had been crushed by the blow, and gave way.

Bickley worked and worked, and just in time he tied it up before you died.