Eivor heard a crippled man screaming to God.
Eivor found a man complaining.
- Blind Man: O, gods. Where is that fucking spring? This is impossible! Which way?
Eivor approached the man.
- Eivor: Something wrong?
- Blind Man: I'm blind, you idiot!
- Eivor: I spoke to you out of friendly concern.
- Blind Man: My life is shit. I'll never find my way to Clee Hill Spring.
- Eivor: Why do you seek that spring?
- Blind Man: Do you know nothing? The enchanted waters heal people! You just have to show up. But I'll never make it. Unless ... Unless you lead me there. Dear Lord, yes! Walk loudly, friend. I'll follow wherever you go.
Eivor began leading him there.
- Blind Man: Lead me to Clee Hill Spring! My sight will return! I'll see birds and trees! Flowers and clouds!
- Eivor: War and squalor as well.
- Blind Man: O, thank you so much for pissing on my dreams. Do me a kindness, would you? Shove something in your gruel hole.
Eivor continued leading the man towards the spring.
- Blind Man: Is that the spring I hear? It's nearby! Hurry!
On the way there she heard another man asking for help.
- Lame Man: Dear Lord in Heaven. Give me strength!
O, I'll never make it. O, dear Heaven, why have I been afflicted with these legs?
Arriving at the spring, she turned to the blind man.
- Eivor: We are here. Clee Hill Spring.
- Blind Man: What? You expect gratitude? I have stumbled after you over rocks and troughs. Did you slow down? No. [Might be affected by running? maybe? he might just be a prick regardless]
- Eivor: I've done what I can.
Eivor then returned to the other man.
- Eivor: Why do you cry out so much?
- Lame Man: Ah! Sorry, friend. I questioned the Lord in a moment of weakness. I crawled this far, but it seems I will never get to Clee Hill.
- Eivor: Why go there?
- Lame Man: Long ago, Saint Milburga's prayers brought forth a miraculous spring bursting forth from the top of that hill. A simple visit cures all ailments! In fact, the spring is the source of this small fall of water right here.
Eivor picked up the man.
- Lame Man: What? Are you going to take me to Clee Hill Spring? O, thank you, stranger! It is a joyous day! I fervently hope I'm not too heavy. Huh ... You seem to be of sturdy build. On to Clee Hill and Saint Milburga's miraculous spring!
She gently put him down by the spring water.
- Lame Man: Who is this man?
- Blind Man: What? Who said that?
- Lame Man: I'm right here before you.
- Blind Man: Do you mock me? I'm blind!
- Lame Man: Ah. Sincere apologies. I did not realize.
- Blind Man: I meet nothing but village idiots. Why do you speak from the ground? Stand up and greet me proper.
- Lame Man: Alas, my legs are afflicted. I cannot stand.
- Blind Man: What good are you? A heap on the ground!
- Eivor: I see a way you can help one another.
- Blind Man: Would you please stick a cork in it for two minutes! It's obvious this piddling stream is useless. I'm stuck, blind as a dead dog, with no one to guide me on my way.
- Lame Man: I have no one to help me get around. Woe, O woe. Sometimes I almost lose faith.
- Blind Man: Wait.
- Lame Man: What?
- Blind Man: I need someone to lead, and you can see!
- Lame Man: And I need someone to carry me!
- Blind Man: Together we are as one full man! [bit ableist, gotta say]
- Lame Man: Ah! Heaven-sent joy! O! All because of this Dane! Thank you, stranger.
The blind man picked up the other man.
- Eivor: The Nornir work a tangled weave.
She found a couple of notes nearby.
- Note of Gratitude:
Whatever spirit or god or sprite that inhabits this spring, I give you thanks. For years, years! I suffered rashes and pustules, pox and outbreaks, bleeding scabs, cracked fingers, and pus flowing from my eyes. But lo! This spring has cured them all.
If only the lame fellow I saw crawling this way, or even the unpleasant blind man would come here. Surely a miracle would befall them, too!
- The Blessed Spring:
Here I fervently give my thanks to the healing stream blessed by our good Saint Milburga, she of the miraculous veil.
I came in great distress and drank deeply of the muddy waters while praying to the blessed saint. I was overcome by a great trembling, as if my limbs had taken on a separate life! Much to my embarrassment, a violent purgation of my entrails ensued. A miraculous strench arose-- the stench of my sins! I prayed for forgiveness and, lo! The trembling ceased.
I have never felt better!
Eivor helped both the crippled and blind man reach the top of the hill.