Herein lies the @White Rose: Rule of Mercy .
Let every Sister know that before the gaze of Themis, the flesh of king and peasant is fashioned of the same mortal clay. Blood spills alike. Bone breaks alike. Therefore, let thy hand be guided not by rank, nor by heraldry, nor by earthly station, but only by the nearness of Death.
Look not upon the banners of noble houses, nor heed the commands of proud lords who would purchase thy favor with silver or threaten thee with their displeasure. If the laborer lies dying whilst the baron bears but a shallow wound, let the baron wait upon the earth until the greater peril has passed. The scales of Themis measure suffering alone.
Take up the needle, the poultice, and the bone saw without hesitation. Bind the wound before it festers. Set the shattered limb before it twists. Cut away corruption lest it claim the whole body. Let thy hands remain steady though the patient cries out, for fleeting pain is often the ransom paid for life.
Show compassion without weakness and firmness without cruelty. Comfort the frightened, but spare no necessary act because thy heart trembles. Better an honest scar than a beautiful grave.
Let no Sister deny her skill through fear, exhaustion, or the vanity of those who believe their birth grants precedence over another's life. The healer who abandons the dying to satisfy the powerful has betrayed both her patient and her oath.
Stand steadfast. Preserve life. Let Mercy be measured by Justice, and Justice by the will of Themis.