Bloody Jack Series: the First Three Books by L. A. Meyer

Author:L. A. Meyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

The sun is coming up when I see Amy runnin’ toward me when I turn up Beacon Street. Annie is with her and their relief at seein’ me back is gone the instant they see my eye. Amy’s mouth opens but nothin’ comes out.

“Sweet Jesus,” says Annie. “We got to get her to Peg right off!”

There is a kind of thick juice comin’ out from between the slit of my eyelids. Please God, don’t take my eye.

I’m led into the kitchen. “Oh, my poor little girl,” moans Peg. She puts her hand on my forehead and looks at the eye. Her hand feels wondrous cool and soothing. “Sylvie! Go down to the apothecary shop and get three . . . no, five leeches! Quickly! Abby, to the icehouse! Run!”

Peg wets a towel and takes me to her room in back. “Get in here. We can’t let Mistress see you like that. Stretch out on the bed.” I take off the Lady and I lie down, gratefully.

“Who did that to you?” she demands. “I swear I’ll have the man that did that . . .”

“He’s gone away, Peg, and he won’t be back for a long, long time,” I says, and falls into a deep, deep sleep.

Much later, when I swim back into something close to wakefulness I feel a cold ice pack held to my eye. I open the other eye and see that it is Amy who is holding the compress. I fumble around and find her other hand and hold it to me. “Dear Amy,” I whisper, “thank you.”

Then I hear Peg say, “All right. Let’s take a look.” With my good eye I see her squinting at my other eye. “The swellin’s down. Let’s get ’em on her.”

With great joy I find I can see a little out of my hurt eye—just a little slit of light, but it’s something. Peg brings something black and shiny and wiggling over into my sight and puts it down, cold and clammy, on the top of my cheekbone, close to my lower eyelid.

“One there, and one over here . . . and two up top . . .”

I see that Amy’s look of tender concern has been replaced by one of stern disapproval. “I told you something like this would happen,” she scolds. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

I considers this for a bit. “You know,” I says, as I feel the leeches’ rasping mouths workin’ their blood-suckin’ way through my skin, “I’m thinkin’ of giving up show business.”

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