The servant dropped her eyes, and it seemed that she had been struck dumb.
"Well?" Crystal hissed. "Out with it, or away with you!"
"M-M-Miss S-Smith," the servant stammered. "The g-gentleman has been p-pounding on his w-wounds with his f-fists."
"Do I have to do everything myself?" Crystal growled. She gave the servants a dirty look, and then she stormed off in the direction of the servants' quarters. "I should just let him die," she muttered. "After all the trouble we went to in saving his life, this is how he shows his gratitude?!?!"
When she reached the room that he had been recovering in, she pushed open the door and barged in.
The interior smelled of blood, bandages, antiseptics, and perspiration. Crystal's nose crinkled in disgust. She looked around the room and took note of each servant's: frightened face, and then she turned to face Nathan.