Michael had made two more cook fires. He had a big cauldron on one, and he was making a beef bone broth that had, basically, Angus's rich red wine mixture to create a warm, very flavorful clear broth that would be easy for those who were seriously ill to drink and digest. Robert had been specific that food poisoning caused severe damage and distress to the stomach and digestive system, and Robert figured there would be many who needed to start with some sort of clear liquid. That was what had Michael making the beef broth.
It was also what had him tending a large cauldron at the other cook fire. This one held a very large batch of what he was calling a lemon cider. It was, for all purposes, a hot lemonade with some extra spices for flavor. This was an old family recipe of Robert's. Robert knew that, the high sugar content in lemonade often was very significantly helpful in reducing nausea. it also was hugely beneficial in reducing dehydration and in replacing lost vitamin C, fighting infection, regulating body temperature, and reducing anxiety. And the pack could surely use all of those things. Since the weather was cold and damp, though, Michael was heating the lemonade to provide some extra warmth and comfort.
Ginger had finished her tasks in the barn and she was taking some mugs of the hot lemonade to those who would try it. She looked up and saw Robert, on crutches, coming out of a tent. He knew they needed every healer they could get at the moment, and he was not going to be home sitting on his bed when there were, possibly, people dying in the back yard.
When Angus finished hauling the pack's things to the supply tent, Michael motioned to him. Angus went over.
"How can I help?"
"Do me a favor. Get some of those nice, cushioned patio chairs out and set them up around this fire here. It will give our folks a place to sit and take a break. And, if you get a moment, get some of those 8 cup enamelware coffee pots from the camping equipment. Brew up some tea in some of the blue ones and coffee in the red ones and set them into the coals. That way, our folks have tea, coffee, lemonade or beef broth to warm up with. If they get hungry, they can dish up some of Yu's stew that he's making. Simone is making some hot sandwiches in the duplex to send out. That'll help too. We're just going to keep the soup and sandwiches going all day long so that whenever someone is hungry, they can eat. That will save us from having to stop and cook any meals under these circumstances."
"I'll get the coffee and tea going and then, if someone doesn't beat me to it, I can go get more mugs and bowls and things from the camping supplies and check on the sandwiches to see if Simone's ready to send those out."
"Blankets," Nigel called, coming out of a tent. "We need more pillows and blankets."
"Coming right up," Angus said, trying to make a mental list now of all the things that were needed. He looked at saw Ruby there. "Ru, can you see if Owens can spare anyone from Paris to come lend a hand? We could use a few more people here to help us." As he was speaking, Sam came up to Angus.
"Hey, do we have some stuffed animals and some storybooks?" he asked Angus. "The little kids are really worked up because they're so sick. And, they're in different rooms than their mums and dads, and they don't like it."
"Um..." Angus was thinking. It was making his brain go in too many directions. He was now trying to remember a very long list of things that was needed in this central area: coffee pots, tea, coffee, mugs, milk, sugar, spoons, chairs, sandwiches...and what else was there? Oh, yes, bowls, blankets, pillows...And now, stuffed animals, storybooks, someone to read the bloody books...and that would require some camp stools to be distributed into the tents. And that reminded him of something else, Firewood. They would need lots of firewood for the furnaces in the tents. He stood still for a moment and took a deep breath and let it out slowly to stop his racing thoughts.
"Sam, do me a favor," Angus said, feeling a bit overwhelmed with such a long list of things to do. "Put a floo call into Evan. Evan is really good at organizing big chaotic messes, and I think he would be a big help here if you can muster him up."
"But what about..."
"Do what I tell you. Call Evan. I'll get to the toys and the books as soon as I can," he told Sam calmly, and then he headed off to go find...what was it again? Oh, yes, he reminded himself, at least eight of the 8 cup enamelware coffee pots--four red, four blue.