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Jonan and Amelia walked side by side as they followed the farmer to the first house. Unlike earlier in the day, Amelia's gaze caught his several times as they walked. She was much happier, and it was noticeable to everyone.
When he saw Jonan walk into his house, the farmer, Naomhan, tried to get up, but Jonan gestured him to stay put.
“I am sorry for nae going’ to the farm today—” the farmer started before he was interrupted by his wife.
“He came down with the fever during the night,” she explained.
“He should rest,” Jonan said to the wife before turning back to Naomhan, who was about to rise from his bed again.
“Ye should listen to yer wife,” Jonan told him, and the man lay back.
A soft cough from another room in the house turned their attention away.
“Is another in this house ill?” Jonan asked the couple.
“One of me sons fell ill along with his father,” the wife replied.
“May I see him?” Amelia asked, and the wife led her to the other room.
Jonan followed the women and watched as Amelia knelt to talk to the boy on the bed. Like his father, he was burning up with a fever.
When sherose, her brow furrowed in thought.
“What is it?” Jonan asked her, concerned.
“Can I see the water ye drink and the medicine ye give to yer husband and son?” Amelia asked the wife.
She exited the room quickly and returned with a cup of water and the medicine. Amelia took the cup of water outside to examinein the sunlight. When she returned, she had a more solemn expression on her face.
“I believe your husband and son might be ill because the water is dirty and the medicine is not clean,” she said. “Can you change up the water you keep in your home?” she further asked.
The wife nodded.
“I shall have some men get rid of this and fetch some clean water from the river,” Jonan stepped in as well.
“Thank ye, milaird, milady,” the wife said with wet eyes.
Jonan followed Amelia’s eyes to the ceiling of the house and saw a hole in the roof.
“Does the roof leak?” Amelia asked.
“Aye, milady. We put pots under the holes when it rains.”
Amelia looked back to Jonan with a request that he guessed. The longer he was in her company, the more he realized how proactive and caring she was.
Whoever the “kind man” she lied to is, he should forgive her for she is a truly good woman. Jonan thought to himself, knowingly.
He then turned to one of the guards. “Send for a carpenter and have him fix the roof before noon.”
“Aye, Milaird,” the guard said before hurrying off.
Amelia came to Jonan’s side and stood next to him with a satisfied smile on her face.
“I shall be on the farm as soon as me fever breaks,” Naomhan promised.
“Ye shall be on the farm when yer wife says ye are healed,” Jonan replied.
“Aye, milaird,” Naomhan obeyed.
