Utterly Mad

Someone carrying her. Someone, a woman, crying. Left, right, left, right. The steady rhythm of her porters movement. She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't seem to do it. It didn't seem to make a difference.
Lying still. Cold table. People talking in another room.
"I've suspended her life for now. She won't live long unless something is done."
"I know that. Can you do anything for her at all?"
A long pause.
"Possibly."
"Possibly?"
"Possibly."
Unconciousness again for awhile, awoken by voices again. Closer. Stam? Was that her tutor speaking? To who?
"No." said the voice that sounded like Stam. "I will not do that." The other voice took a long moment, "I can do nothing for her in this state. If you would save her, then you must bring it to me." There was a crash of glass, "Gods damn you!" Shouted the voice, putting no doubt in who it was. Stam Dalenson for sure. "No." said the other voice calmly, "No. You damned me. Fair though. Fair. I will save her, but you must do as I say. I can do nothing with tools as flimsy as this. Now go. The girl opened the chapel. You will find..."