As soon as the Dhani's fang grazed across Ronin's right shoulder, Syliss knew he was infected with lethal viper venom. She knew she had to do something, but her mind went blank. She was in shock. She watched the remainder of the fight with dreadful apathy, her eyes following Ronin's swift, aggressive movements without any outward show of feeling. Emotionless, she watched Ronin mangle the dead Dhani's inanimate body. She watched with unwholesome curiosity while he took a few steps toward her, she watched with unhealthy interest as his face contorted into an expression of grim incomprehension, and she watched with ghastly passivity as he slumped unconscious to the ground.
Her whole body shuddered with the sound of his fall. It was like a gong had been struck inside of her and had woken her up from her torpor. She heard her own breath, and to her it sounded like a tornado storming out of her lungs. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no." With surprising speed she crouched down to Ronin's right side and examined the wound, trembling violently as she did. It had swollen monstrously, and the hide around it had lost its coloration. "Thisss won't do," she muttered desperately. "Sssiku help me." She placed her lips on the sting and vigorously sucked in. She made a rueful face then spat out a mouthload of blood to the side. She repeated the process three times to remove the excess venom that threatened to seep into the blood vessels. "This will buy me sssome time." She stood up stiffly. "I know how to do this. I've been doing it sssince I was thirty. I just need..."
Then the full realization of the immensity of the task that now befell her struck her like a blow to the guts. She knew perfectly well how viper venom worked. It was the first thing she had learned about poisons. Clearly this Dhani's venom was not very powerful -- otherwise Ronin wouldn't still be breathing -- and it had been injected into his blood flow in a very small amount, but even that could kill him in a mere matter of minutes if an antidote wasn't delivered. Think fassst, Sylisss, she commanded herself within her mind. Viper venom causes the blood to clot and the clotting stopsss the heart. I need to reduce the clotting ssso the blood can circulate freely. What thins the blood?... Think, Sssyliss, think! Thinning... Fisssh oil! Yes! I have to make it to the market fassst. Hopefully in the darknesss no one will come acrosss the bodies -- they're concealed behind the statue enough, a good way astray from the marble path.
Syliss sprinted to the gates, only to realize she had no idea where to head. She rushed to the first city guard she saw and asked, panting and sweating profusely, for directions.
"Slow down there, dwsa," the surprised guard said wearily.
"No time. Please, the marketsss. I'll pay you for directionsss."
The guard's eyes suddenly lit up with the prospect of satisfying his greed. "Well, in that case... The Pavilion, -- that's the market's name around here, you see --, you'll find it not too far from the estuary, right behind the docks, so from here you just --" But Syliss had already dashed away, throwing two golden mizas at the startled guard who caught them mid-air as he tried to figure out how this happened and why.
Syliss ran as fast as her legs could take her. Soon she entered an area made up of brightly-coloured tents, uncountable rows of them. To her great dismay, the merchants were packing away what they hadn't managed to sell during the day before they closed their shops for the night. "Fish oil!" she yelled at the top of her voice. She was met with a few startled glances, but none answered her desperate call. "Fisssh oil! Please!"
"The minre's cooking without fish oil tonight!" a sneering merchant snickered, causing a general uproar of laughter from the other tradesmen. She was pretty sure that was offensive.
Again she pleased. "I beg of you, fisssh oil!"
"Sold out, you dwsa! Now return to your filthy home and let me close shop." It was the same merchant that had mocked her. She approached him with a threatening look on her face, then something caught her sight in the corner of her eye. Ginger root! A basket full of ginger root! She leaped towards the merchant who was packing up the stall with the ginger root sprawled all over. Ginger root was second as far as anticoagulants went.
"Four poundsss of ginger root," she said, not stopping to breathe.
"I'm going home, dwsa," he said. "The nineteenth bell had already rung and I just wanna go home. I'll be back tomorrow, though," he added, trying his best to smile.
"I'll pay double," Syliss said. His eyes lit up, then narrowed shrewdly. She sensed that he knew she was desperate and that he was prepared to take advantage of the situation.
"Oh, double the price isn't worth my good night's sleep, you know. You could always come back tomorrow, after all."
"Triple." Bethsyliss hoped he wouldn't make her go higher.
"Quadruple," he said tentatively.
"Fine," she consented, wincing slightly at the thought of being ripped off. But money was not her top priority right now.
"Twenty ounces, you said? Ginger is normally one copper miza an ounce, so four pounds would be... Let's see... Six silver mizas and four copper... So... Four times that... Two gold mizas, five silver and six copper. Let's round it up to two gold and six silver. Two golden coins and six silver, please," he announced proudly, in a loud voice so all the other merchants could hear his success. He measured out the ginger root carefully while Syliss took out three golden-rimmed mizas. She laid them on the table and scooped all the ginger root into her backpack as quickly as possible.
"Keep the change," she said, bolting away. She heard the merchant behind her call out to say what pleasure it had been doing business with her or something, and dashed with maximum speed back to the entrance of Ahnatep where Ronin still lay unconscious and in mortal peril. She had brought him this far and was not prepared to give up on him.
When she reached his side, his breathing was slow, a sign that the blood clotting was shutting off his lungs section by section. "Ronin," she said, shaking him slightly. "Ronin!" But there was no response. She knew he wouldn't be able to chew on the ginger root, so she took some from the bag and gnashed it in her mouth herself. She opened Ronin's jaw and fed him the ginger directly. She continued so for about an hour before Ronin's breathing slowly began to become steadier. The clots in his blood vessels were dissolving from the nutrients brought by the ginger. Since Syliss had no notion whatsoever of the inner workings of a cheetah's digestive system, she thought it was a question of quantity ingested, rather than delay for the time required for nutrients to seep in. Thus it was that, packing Ronin's blood with anticoagulants, she had not foreseen the complication which arose then.
Ronin started to bleed from his abdomen, tainting his fur a distressing crimson color. "What?" She stared at the wounds on his belly reopening, uncomprehending. "How..." Then she suddenly understood. The anticoagulant agent from the ginger wasn't specifically directed at the clots inside of Ronin's veins and arteries; it was spreading throughout his system through the blood flow and had now reversed the clotting on his wounds from the fight. Syliss swore. She was not trained in the field of medicine. She only knew so much about poisons, and could not have foreseen this event. But she knew losing blood was bad, and was aware Ronin was losing a lot. She needed to stop the bleeding. She looked around. Nearby, Ronin's torn rags lay on the ground. She salvaged the larger pieces of clothing and fashioned an impractical bandage around Ronin's wounds. That would have to do for the time being.
His breathing recovering, Ronin let out a faint noise like a muffled roar. "Ronin," she said, turning to his head. He was clearly suffering immensely. "Ronin. It'sss going to be alright. We jussst need to find my place to ressst for the night. It'll be OK. I promise. The venom is ssstill inside of you, but it'sss not harming you anymore. Your body is fighting it. Tomorrow, I'll make you an antidote to finisssh it off completely, and you'll be fine." She knew nothing could be further from certainty, but she said it more to reassure herself, not even positive about the fact Ronin was in shape enough to process any of her words. She decided to wait a bit until Ronin recovered his breathing. In the meantime, she rummaged through her bag, looking for something. Her hand stumbled across a full waterskin. She took it out, removed the stopper and gently poured some water into Ronin's mouth. "There. Jussst relax. We'll move whenever you're ready."
She returned to the backpack and searched some more. It was difficult to find anything among all the coins and the ginger root, but finally she found what she was looking for. It was a dinner knife. She pulled it out of the backpack and moved over to the dead Dhani. With sloppy hands but sound knowledge of the snake's anatomy, she didn't have much trouble extracting two venom glands out of the head, though she made a mess of it that caused her to gag. Not wanting to ruin her own backpack with the dripping organs, she chucked them into Ronin's. In order to dispose as best she could of the Dhani corpse lying near the path to the gate of Ahnatep, she dragged it behind a rock and covered it up in sand. That would do for now; she would come back later to properly get rid of it. Then she sat down and patiently waited for Ronin to feel good enough to get up on all fours, with awful worry written all over her tear-stricken face. |