A second long pine box dragged from<em>Mercy's </em>depths dripping wet and occupied by something animate, restless. Though the work continued, and there seemed to be more pine boxes coming, Doctor Rehner remained at the wagons to deter any more curiosity. A black ledger opened across her lap, but in truth her people watching was poorly hidden, and more often her witch-blooded eyes were on Aloisa or Danae than on the ledger's contents.<br/><br/>In the tightly-nailed lid of each box there was a small slot, as though for enveloped letters the kind Dementlieu's social ladies would exchange. From the second box there was a weary, inarticulate weeping, which Rehner paid no mind.<br/><br/>"There is something not right about the doctor, I agree," said Zoe. "Her bedside manner is poor, and it should not surprise me to learn she has been away from civilization too long. The summit is not so very far, and there we will surely summon help."<br/><br/>When she was dressed, Zoe went to speak to Doctor Rehner.