Nan sat very still by the path, staring over the sea, shading Gerda's head from the sun. There was nothing more to be done than that; there was no water, even, to bathe the cut with.
"Nan."
"Yes?"
"Am I much hurt? How much hurt, do you think?"
"I don't know how much. I think the arm is broken. The leg may be only sprained. Then there's