CHAPTER 25
Rhys made a plan of action while he waited for Maelgwn. He’d had basic medical training, as any cadet would, but he’d never seen actual battle wounds before. The scars on his instructors were informative of just what sort of damage could be survived, and he was hopeful. He remembered his training—if the wounded man was breathing, then the next step was to stop the blood loss. After that, keep things clean and watch for fever. They didn’t have a lot to say about how to treat fever.
He put his hand to George’s forehead. George didn’t stir. He couldn’t feel any fever yet. He knew that burns cauterized the flesh, but infections came when dirt got into the open injuries. George’s back was a mess, but not dirty, as far as he could tell in the dimness. That knee, on the other hand, w
