It was bad, he said, very bad.  Sit-n-go Pro could not understand her need to return to Fort Faustina and insisted she remain with them until she mended.  Neeve refused.  Faustina was the key to the war effort.  She could mend there.  He understood, but warned that the three miles to the Roman road would be punishing.  Once there she would be on her own.    A Caledonian medicine man interrupted their conversation.  He cut the arrow out with quick movements as Neeve clenched her teeth.  Then he filled the wound with soothing mud that dulled the pain.  Her collarbone, he said, was broken and protruding from her skin.  It needed to be pulled into line.  Again, Neeve refused.

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