Chapter 63

"Imbalanced humours. Earth, air, fire and water. How do imbalanced humours become so?" he turned to study the faces of Odo, Charlotte and Petrus. They all shook their heads. "The balance here at Mellester is good, so from whence does it come?"

"From the wind?" volunteered Charlotte.

"Aye, and that is what I thought."

"Wind?" Odo repeated. "How about water?"

"Aye, even water," Cathal responded. He leaned forward. "I'm told the wind comes from the south this time of year. Two hours ride, south of Mellester is the cause. Herdsman Byram, ye know this man?"

"Aye, and he'd not be a herdsman's arse," Odo spat.

"His herd is all but dead!" said Cathal.

"Nay, it can't be!" He was here only days ago, said all was well.

"One or two still live, but the murrain comes, borne on the wind. I believe this pestilence is known as Steppe Murrain."

Odo's mouth opened. He knew of this sickness, a herdsman's worst fear.

"Have more of yer cows become ill?" Reeve Petrus asked.