The people from the Church saw Kraft off as he took the patient away. They offered a carriage to make the transfer easier and promised to wait patiently for the patient's family to arrive and tell them where he had gone.
They weren't actually all that concerned about what happened afterward. What mattered was that the Church had entrusted the injured man's treatment to a doctor of considerable renown.
As for what specific treatment the patient would receive, that was the doctor's business, and had nothing to do with the Church.
For appearances' sake, they still sent a brother along to ensure they were involved.
Brother Wadin volunteered for the position. He was a little worried—or, rather, absolutely certain—that once the others learned what treatment was about to be performed, they wouldn't agree to let the patient be taken away.
Even the brother who had been thrown from his horse during the attack on that rainy night, and whom Kraft had treated, would later feel a chill of fear whenever he touched the small triangular hollow on his head.
The piece of bone had been kept and carved into a Double-Wing Ring amulet, a memento of surviving a great disaster and proof of divine favor. He hoped that this divine protection would remain with him for the rest of his life.
Kraft didn't object when the patient credited Heavenly Father with part of the recovery, nor did he feel that it belittled his work.
To some extent, he even agreed with the sentiment.
With the equipment and sterile conditions available, successfully completing an operation on the skull without infection or excessive bleeding and seepage was so unlikely that saying Heavenly Father had blessed them would be an understatement. He could even try out for Heavenly Father's chosen, and at least