CHAPTER 25
Mykal saw towering treetops pointing at a blue sky. The bright of it all made him close his eyes. He squeezed them shut.
“He’s awake!” He recognized the sound of Geneva’s voice.
“Mykal?” Blodwyn.
Their faces suddenly blocked his view. He reached up a hand. His fingertip touched Blodwyn’s nose. Blodwyn pulled back. “How are you feeling?”
“Am I lying down?”
“You are.” Blodwyn held his fingers in front of Mykal’s face. “How many?”
“Five.”
Blodwyn shook his head. “It’s two.”
“Two up, three folded down.”
“Help get him up.” Blodwyn didn’t appear to be in the mood for jokes. “How’s your head?”
“Feels like my brain’s swimming around inside my skull.” Mykal was aware of a steady throb. Squinting eased some of the pain. Everything sounded very loud, as if every noise exploded i
