Boyd Ellanby

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Boyd Ellanby A Toothache on Zenob

As he faced Bidagha, the Premier trembled with rage, and his usually placid face was contorted. "Bidagha, you could be unfrocked for that! Zenob would be better off if Healers would confine their opinions and activities to healing, and leave politics to those whose business it is. Government will not base its decisions upon visions of dreamers who have dwelt too long in Cave."
Pehn closed his eyes as a wave of agony broke over him. The voices receded; dimly he was aware that he was falling. Pain and shouting together faded away into darkness.
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Boyd Ellanby A Toothache on Zenob

What is proper thing to do for you, I don't know, but Bidagha believes he can help you. This crisis in our world is making us all ill, and it is no wonder that you, being young, should suffer more acutely than rest of us."
Pehn tried to laugh. "Would you trust me to Bidagha?"
"Yes, I would. Although his views on world affairs are perverse and dangerous he is good Healer, and he has your best interests at heart."
"Your son is very ill, Lord Karn. If I am able to help him, would you be willing to consider possibility, at least, that wisdom of Healer is not confined to human body alone?"
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Boyd Ellanby A Toothache on Zenob

Pehn opened his eyes to speak to Bidagha. "Do you think you can cure me, by Ceremony alone?"
"I have cured people who were much more ill than you are, but your case is serious because you have delayed so long. It may be that we should not rely on ritual alone, and that it would be wiser to use knife."
Lord Karn gasped with horror. "Never! Have you lost faith in your own art?"
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