Both Air and Herbert, dead now, because of me.
"What's wrong with your wee lass?" Morton said.
"A fever," said Amelia.
He closed his eyes, leaning his head back on his pillows. He didn't speak for so long, I thought he'd fallen asleep. "I got the fever when visiting at me uncle Johnny's. 'Get the meadowsweet tea' he yelled at Ma, and she put mint in it too." He sighed. "I love the taste of mint."
We sat silently for some time. Finally I heard the men moving about downstairs, and Tony came up with Honor and Blitz. "I've set up a rotation," Tony said, "such that someone he's met will be here at all times, with a new person rotating in every hour." He glanced at the flushed and sleeping child in Amelia's arms. "That will be all, Amelia, you may put her to bed now."
"Thank you, sir," she
