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He got another bottle out of the first aid kit  a flat pint, labeled "Old Overholt," containing a locally manufactured specific for inward and subjective wounds  and medicated himself copiously from it, corking it and slipping it into his hip pocket against future need. HE GOT ANOTHER BOTTLE OUT OF THE FIRST EGG KIT A FLAT PINT LABELLED OLD OVERHOLT CONTAINING A LOCALLY MANUFACTURED SPECIFIC FOR INWARD AND SUBJECTIVE WOUNDS AND IMEDICATED HIMSELF COPIOUSLY FROM IT CORKING IT AND SLIPPING IT INTO HIS HIP POCKET AGAINST FUTURE NEED
a pain like the burn of a hot iron shot through him; before he was through, he was in agony. Satisfied that he had disinfected every wound, he dropped the towel and clung weakly to the side of the jeep. He grunted out a string of English oaths, and capped them with an obscene Spanish blasphemy he had picked up among the Fourth Level inhabitants of his island home of Nerros, to the south, and a thundering curse in the name of Mogga, Fire-God of Dool, in a Third-Level tongue. He mentioned Fasif, Great God of Khift, in a manner which would have got him an acid-bath if the Khiftan priests had heard him. He alluded to the baroque amatory practices of the Third-Level Illyalla people, and soothed himself, in the classical Dar-Halma tongue, with one of those rambling genealogical insults favored in the Indo-Turanian Sector of the Fourth Level. By this time, the pain had subsided to an over-all smarting itch. He'd have to bear with that until his work was finished and he could enjoy a hot bath.  SILK TOWEL TOUCHED RAW SKIN A PAIN LIKE THE BURN OF A HOT IRON SHOT THROUGH HIM BEFORE HE WAS THROUGH HE WAS IN AGONY SATISFIED THAT HE HAD DISINFECTED EVERY WOUND HE DROPPED THE TOWEL AND CLUNG WEAKLY TO THE SIDE OF THE JEEP HE GRUNTED OUT A STRING OF ENGLISH OATHS AND CAPPED THEM WITH AN OBSCENE SPANISH BLASPHEMY HE HAD PICKED UP AMONG THE FOURTH LEVEL INHABITANTS OF HIS ISLAND HOME OF NEROS TO THE SOUTH AND A THUNDERING CURSE IN THE NAME OF MOGA FIRE GOD OF DUEL IN A THIRD LEVEL TONGUE HE MENTIONED PHOSEIV GREAT GOD OF KIFT IN A MANNER WHICH WOULD HAVE GOT HIM AN ACID BATH IF THE KIFTON PRIESTS HAD HEARD HIM HE ALLUDED TO THE BAROCH AMATORY PRACTICES OF THE THIRD LEVEL ILLU PEOPLE AND SOOTHED THEMSELVES IN THE CLASSICAL DARHAMA TONGUE WITH ONE OF THOSE RAMBLING GENELOGICAL INSULTS FAVORED IN THE INDOTERANIAN SECTOR OF THE FOURTH LEVEL BY THIS TIME THE PAIN HAD SUBSIDED TO AN ALL OVER SMARTING ITCH HE'D HAVE TO BEAR WITH THAT UNTIL HIS WORK WAS FINISHED AND HE COULD ENJOY A HOT BATH
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