contagious, which complicates treatment.” Vrabel touched his hat nervously. “He speaks of you often, you know?” I looked at the physician. He did look palatine to me, short as he was and round shouldered. “Whence come you, Doctor?” The man stammered. “You’d not have heard of it, lordship.” “He’s an adorator,” Selene said, having returned from the mirror, her face and dignity restored. Vrabel bowed. “It is not rude to say that I am a Jew, Highness,” he said, but returned his attention to me. “There is hardly a conversation that goes by in which His Radiance does not mention you.”
