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came and sat down upon the tent pole. You
must not speak or utter a sound lest you might
frighten away Life and the dying man might be
doomed to live between two worlds for a week.
If you got the smell of a dead person in your
nostrils you might die yourself.
I asked Turi if there was any of these healers
in the neighbourhood; I would like very much to
speak to him.
No, the nearest was an old Lapp called Mirko
who lived on the other side of the mountain, he
was very old, Turi had known him since he was
a boy. He was a marvellous healer, much
befriended by the Uldra. All animals came up to
him without fear, no animal would ever harm
him for the animals recognize at once those who
are befriended by the Uldra. He could take away
your pain by a mere touch of his hand. You
could always recognize a healer by the shape of
his hand. If you put a wing-shot bird in the
hand of a healer the bird would sit quite still
because he understood he was a healer.
I put forth my hand to Turi who had no idea I
was a doctor. He looked at it attentively
without saying a word, bent the fingers one after
another most carefully, measured the span
between the thumb and the first finger and muttered
something to his wife who in her turn took my
hand in her brown, little claw of a bird with
an uneasy glance in her small, almond-shaped
eyes.
“Did your mother tell you you were born with
a caul? Why didn’t she give you the breast?
Who gave you the breast? What tongue did
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