twenty-year-old Thomas Morrisey was walking the corridors of the
Manston castle. When he'd awoken this morning, he'd been told that his
"baby" sister had finally arrived late last night. He
checked with a servant who didn't know where Bronwyn was but directed
him to her room. After the hard, long journey from Bremagne, she could
easily still have been asleep in her room, but she wasn't.
then, there was nothing to it but to go searching to see what the girl
had gotten herself into. Mere moments after he resigned himself to the
search, William Manston III, the young Baron came walking down the
hall. He was tall and robust with the distinctive Manston green eyes.
The two had become good friends over the last three years. Admittedly,
Thomas hadn't liked William much when he had married Thomas's oldest
sister Felicia eleven years ago...but that had been mostly brotherly
protectiveness. Three years ago, after the Baron's father died,
Felicia had asked Thomas to live with her family and help out with the
education of their children and he'd happily agreed, if for no other
reason, to get away from the Morrisey family troubles.
Baron was looking typically besieged that day. Things had been tough
for him over the past three years trying to clean up the mess his
father had created. In spite of that, he had his usual grin for
Thomas. "How are you this morning, my friend?" William
are not going too badly, Milord." Thomas returned the grin.
"I've been so into my studies I was asleep by the time the
Morrisey contingent arrived last night. I'm looking for my little
sister now. So far, I've no hint as to her location."
In that I can help you. Young Bronwyn was eager to see the baby and I
heard my beloved give her directions to the nursery but a few moments
thought to himself that he should have guessed. As the first healer to
be born to the Manston family in generations, he was fawned over
mercilessly. Thomas wondered if he himself had received so much
attention as an infant, and decided it unlikely. The Morrisey family
had had at least one healer a generation for the previous four
you very much Milord," Thomas replied. Now if you'll excuse me,
I'll go chasing after my sister...it's just like old times."
Thomas entered the nursery, he saw Bronwyn holding baby Trevor. Last
he saw her, she had been a six year old girl and now, at nine, she was
growing into a beautiful young lady on the cusp of womanhood. When she
saw Thomas, she let forth a happy squeal and seemed torn between her
desire to jump up to greet her brother and the fact that she was
holding a vulnerable infant. She managed to slowly stand and Thomas
walked over to her and put his arms around both her and baby.
are you little sister!?" Thomas hugged her as tightly as he dared
with an infant between them.
well, Thomas. The journey was long and I am still tired, but I was too
excited to sleep past dawn today! And little Trevor is rejuvenating my
spirit as well." As if in response, Trevor gurgled.
the first time, Thomas looked around the room. "Bronwyn, where is
the baby's nurse?"
Felicia was too busy to come with me and I felt awkward with the two
of us in the room so I sent the nurse away."
I don't think this is likely what Felicia had in mind when she sent
I can watch him for a little while!"
could get the nurse in trouble you know. It's hardly fair if she is
found and chastised for being away from her duties."
I'll go get her!"
a minute," Thomas smiled. "I can smell from here that the
little one needs changing...that sounds like a job for his new
nurse." His eyes fixed upon her and his smile turned into an evil
eyes grew wide. "You're not suggesting...you are! But Thomas,
that's peasant's work, and it's not even my baby!"
you know full well that Felicia has often had to care for her own
children...particularly during the leanest of times. It will give you
some empathy for the plight of your older sister."
all right!" She laid Trevor on the table. Bronwyn was no fool,
she examined the dirty wrappings thoroughly to see how they were tied
before removing them. Clearly with great effort, she managed to show
no distaste and completed the job, duplicating in every detail the
application of the fresh swaddlings. She then realized that she had a
length of cloth left over and went in search of a knife with which to
trim the excess. She quickly found one and returned to Trevor. With a
satisfied flourish, she cut the excess cloth, completing the job. But
her hand was too quick; the tip of the knife sliced across her left
pinky finger, leaving a nasty cut.
she said quickly, probably before the pain even made it's way up her
arm. Blood flowed freely and stained Trevor's new swaddling. Thomas
was struck by a sudden expression of distress on young Trevor's face.
In fact, he seemed on the verge of crying but didn't utter a sound.
Bronwyn saw as well and pinched her left thumb to her pinky to staunch
the flow of blood and reached out to comfort the baby with her right
hand. The baby immediately began to smile, and an odd look came over
rushed over to check his sister's finger. After he wiped the blood
away, he was astonished to find that the cut had completely sealed
itself. "Bronwyn!" he exclaimed. "You have the healing
gift! You have healed yourself!"
more confusion spread across the pretty girl's face. "No, Thomas.
You know how much I wanted to have such a gift, but I've tried to
learn, and the gift is simply not there. Alas, I am no healer."
then their attention was caught by another gurgle. Trevor was smiling
happily. Brother and sister met eyes and they both shocked themselves
with what they were thinking.
broke the silence first. "Are we both thinking the same
thing?" she whispered.
so, then you are being as foolish as I," Thomas replied.
"Because what I am thinking is just NOT POSSIBLE!" He felt
even more stunned the more he thought about it. "I've known that
little Trevor would be a healer since before he was born...the talent
rang out in him...but this is simply unheard of!" He shook his
head. "No, this line of thought is foolish. You probably have
some healer blood in you. Perhaps you don't have enough to use it
effectively but enough for some sporadic effects." He was trying
to convince himself; there was no hint in healer lore of that sort of
thing, but neither was there of healer infants.
" she said quietly, "when I touched Trevor, I felt a warmth.
It was just like the touch of a healer." Both shook their heads.
I had best go get his nurse, " Thomas said. "And we mustn't
forget to assure her that none of that blood is Trevor's. You watch
him until I return with her. Then I'll need to examine your finger
more thoroughly to make sure it won't become infected."
he turned to leave, he caught sight of the baby's face. Trevor was
smiling again, but this time his smile showed a hint of something
else. For a moment, Thomas was sure that is was...satisfaction.