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Still, he was a businessman.
The man scowled at him. But with great effort, he
raised a hand into his jacket and pulled out a pouch.
Emptying approximately half the bag -- at least twenty
steel pieces, a veritable fortune -- he sank back. "Now,
get to work."
Phineas forced his mind away from the money and
onto the man's wound. Seeing Denzil's pale, sweaty face,
he snatched the half-bottle of wine he'd placed in his
satchel, uncorked it, and offered it to the man. Expecting
him to take a swig, Phineas watched as Denzil threw his
head back and downed the contents in a couple of noisy,
splashy gulps.
Phineas searched his mind frantically for ways in
which he could close the wound, or at least stop the
bleeding. His first thought was hot wax, but he dis-
counted that. It might cauterize the wound and stop the
flow of blood temporarily, but wax would fall away the
first time the man moved after it cooled.
Perhaps he could wrap it tightly. But how? With the
wound on his side like that, Phineas would practically
have to crush Denzil's ribs to apply enough pressure to
stop the blood.
His eyes fell on the twine the herbalist used to tie the
bunches of fragrant eucalyptus used in Phineas's special
elixir. Hardly stopping to think, he dug around in a
drawer until he located the needle he used to sew patches
over small holes in his boots. Wiping it quickly on his
sleeve, he threaded the needle with twine and set it aside.
Adding a few crushed leaves of eucalyptus to the bowl of
water, he gently cleansed the wound
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