Dear Shadow Tribe,
Today the bookshelf gains a third plague doctor, Brother Cael (Amazon link). Erasmus still keeps the desk like a Renaissance scholar who wandered in and refused to leave. Corvus still walks the hedge roads in resin and paint. The new one is younger, thinner, and dressed for the road rather than the study. I am naming him Brother Cael, a monk but not yet a priest, walking the back roads bringing healing to the poor. 
Brother Cael
He arrived as a hand-painted resin figure: wide studded hat, bronze beak, one glass eye behind the rim, gray robe, a satchel at the hip, prayer beads and a bell at the chest, more bells on the belt, a tank on his back, and a fumigator for the sickroom in his hand. He is a younger generation of plague doctor than Erasmus and Corvus. He has kept up with germ theory. He does not look like a city physician. He looks like a monk who left the enclosure and kept walking. Because he is.
Brother Cael
Cael carries two roots. I'm keeping both.
In Latin, caelum is sky and heaven. A rare clipped form, cael, shows up in old verse. To anyone who reads the hours in Latin, he is the brother under heaven, the one who still looks up.
In Irish, Cáel means slender. It is an old descriptive name, and in the Fenian tales Cáel is a warrior of the Fianna. That is the Celtic half, and it fits. He is young. Months on the road have already worn him thin.
He will not correct either reading.
The Road
Irish monks once practiced peregrinatio: they left the monastery on purpose and walked for Christ, sometimes with no plan to return. Cael is on that road. He brings what a monk-physician of the roads can actually bring. Herbs. Vinegar in the beak. A lancet. A fumigator. The psalms. A prayer. The Word of God in the language the people speak.
His mask is a tool against stench and bad air, not a costume. The fumigator is for the sickroom, not for show. The bells mark him coming up the hollow so no one has to guess what is at the door.
Erasmus haunts the books. Corvus gathers what the ditches still offer after dark. Cael keeps the hours on the road and stops where he is needed. He is not fallen unless the house that sent him decides he left without leave. Wandering is enough.
He claims a place with the other two. On the first night the censer was cold. By morning it smelled faintly of vinegar and dried herbs, which is either the paint or Cael settling in. I am not asking which.
Is he only resin? Maybe. The shelf is more crowded than it was, and the house is a little more watched. In House Shadowlight, that is rarely a complaint.
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