Ironfoot refilled it once, and then again."How do you feel?" asked Ironfoot. "The captain thought you were done for.""Not I," said Silverdun, pulling himself up slowly to a standing position. "We Lords Silverdun are made of hardier stuff than most. Extraordinarily difficult to kill.""I need to change your bandage," said Ironfoot. "Sorry about the wrapping, but we couldn't get you to stop scratching at the thing; you kept reopening the wound. The captain says you'll have to get it sewn up properly by a physician as soon as we get to Mag Mell or you're liable to get gangrene.""Lovely," said Silverdun.Ironfoot removed the belt holding the cloth in place and pulled the sailcloth off the bandage. Underneath was a bloody mess, but despite the confusion of blood-caked bandaging one thing was very clear."Auberon's balls!" said Ironfoot. "Your hand's grown back!"Silverdun pulled off the bandages and held up his hand. It was there, good as new. He flexed his fingers and thumb; everything worked.
