"I'm afraid there'll have to be some stitches taken here!" But of this he said nothing.

All he told her was: "Nothing to worry over.

You'll be as good as new in a few days.

As a miracle, it's _some_ miracle!" Having completed the cleansing of the cut, he fetched his knapsack and produced a clean handkerchief, which he folded and laid over the wound.
This pad he secured in place by a long bandage cut from the edge of the shawl and tied securely round her shapely head.
"There," said he, surveying his improvisation with considerable satisfaction.

"Now you'll do, till we can undertake the next thing.
Sorry I haven't any brandy to give you, or anything of that sort.