"Not blood?" he whispered.Lady Sandrilene fa Toren knows all about unusual magic - she herself spins and weaves it like thread. He glanced atĚlzena, at her bootless foot. A dark stain ran down the leather into the crack where sole met upper. Nurhar reached for the other and dragged it to him. He went to sit by Alzena as the mage began to chant. "Get rid of them," Nurhar told the mage, who came out of the shelter of his spells. She felt nothing but mild disgust, now they would have to wash the coins. The healer started to turn when she heard him drop.Ělzena flung the blanket aside as she rolled, brought out her sword, and beheaded the woman. The guard was dead in the moment between the closing of the door and his taking the coin. Nurhar was fast, nearly as fast as Alzena. The man hesitated at the doorstep, but entered when he sawĚlzena facedown on the bed, the healer counting a heap of gold coins, and the gold coin that Nurhar offered him. The man in green with the red cap," said the healer, too intent on the gold in her hand to use common sense. "There's a gold astrel in it for the guard if you can help us to Fortunate Wharf." "You brought someone as guard?" The healer nodded. Nurhar upended the bag in the healer's palm and fifteen gold astrels dropped out. Her sword lay just under the blanket at her side like a promise. She gave her head a tiny shake, and tugged the leather moneybag from her pocket. He could be asking about her leg, though he was not. The woman knew they were illegal, and had demanded a price to match it. I'll have my fee now – three gold majas, you promised."Īlzena clenched her hands in the bedclothes. "Give the medicine five days, then remove the bandage. "All done," said the healer, tying the bandage off. She could not see the mage, hidden by his spells in the corner, but something was making her nervous.
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