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[with_my_teacup]

[Public. Really]

[A bedraggled but unharmed friar greets whoever he can reach. His sackcloth habit is torn and some is wrapped over his head to shield his pale gray eyes from the sun.]

If God is willing, we'll need no funerals today. But the storm was rough and landing not easy-- is any man or woman injured or in need? It doesn't matter to me what ship bore you here.

And who is a physiker, to minister when my poorer skills fail?

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[with_my_teacup]

[Dick makes the sign of the cross and bows his head in brief prayer.]

Are there any still in pain? I can sit with them until it is over. And the dead should be laid to rest.