Star Wars_ Darth Bane 02_ Rule of Two - Drew Karpyshyn [128]
“What happened?” he asked.
The words were faint, his voice still raw and ragged.
“Caleb healed you,” she told him, adjusting the pillow she had taken from the Loranda and placed under his head and shoulders to prop him up. “He saved your life.”
Four days ago such a statement would have been hard to imagine. Caleb had watched Zannah program the message drone and send it off to the Jedi, then warned her there was a strong chance Bane wouldn’t survive the treatment.
She’d thought at first it might be a ploy, an excuse Caleb was giving to cover up his actions if he decided to let her Master die … or simply killed him. So she’d kept a close eye on the healer during Bane’s treatment. Even though she knew there were a hundred ways he could end Bane’s life without her having any clue as to what he was doing, Zannah hoped her presence might dissuade him from trying anything underhanded.
Now she realized how pointless her vigil had been. Caleb was a man of his word; he was burdened and bound by foolish notions like honor. He had promised to help Bane as long as she alerted the Jedi, and since she had held up her end of the bargain, he had made every effort to do the same.
Zannah had originally suggested moving Bane back to the Loranda’s medical bay for the treatments, but Caleb had refused. He’d claimed the powerful energies coursing through the land around his camp gave strength to his medicine. Darovit had agreed, and Zannah, having felt the power of the place herself, had relented.
The healer had started by forcing a foul-smelling liquid he had concocted in his cooking pot down Bane’s throat to counter the effects of the orbalisk toxins. Darovit had warned her that the poison was killing Bane, eating away at his body. But it was only when they began to peel away the orbalisks, beginning with the charred shells of those that had died, that Zannah understood the full scope of how badly her Master had suffered.
What lay beneath could no longer be called skin; it couldn’t even be properly called flesh. A pulpy mass of green and black ichors released by the parasitic organisms mixed with oozing white pus and bloody red tissue from Bane’s own body. Looking at the damage it was obvious, even to someone like Zannah, with no medical expertise, that the only thing keeping Bane alive was his power in the Force. His wounds gave off the gangrenous odor of spoiled meat, and it was all she could do not to vomit.
The next step involved removing the still-living orbalisks. The key, as Zannah had suspected, was electricity. Caleb had brewed a sticky, highly conductive gel over his fire, then used it to coat the exterior shell of each orbalisk. Next he took a long, thin needle attached to a power cell salvaged from the Loranda and inserted it into a tiny hole at the very tip of the orbalisk’s plated skull. The needle pierced the soft body underneath, discharging a powerful electrical jolt to stun the creature.
This caused the orbalisk to release a small burst of solvent chemicals that weakened the powerful adhesive the creature used to bond itself to the host. With the adhesive bond weakened, the creature could be manually pried loose. The still-stunned parasites were then tossed into a large, water-filled tank hooked up to one of the Loranda’s power cells and killed with a final dose of electricity. The process had to be carefully repeated for each individual in the colony that had sprouted over Bane’s body, and even with both Darovit and Caleb working on him the procedure had taken several hours.
The flesh beneath the living orbalisks was pale and ragged, with deep, weeping sores where it had been constantly chewed and gnawed by the parasites’ tiny teeth. The wounds looked minor when compared with the grisly mess beneath the dead shells.
Once Bane was cleansed of the infestation, Caleb had rubbed a salve over his entire body and wrapped him head-to-toe in bandages. The dressings had been changed every four hours for the first two days, the salve reapplied each time.
Zannah was impressed with Caleb’s skill. Bane had been little more