Einith beckoned him back with a tug on his hand. “Let’s give the distraught some space.”
With a nodded, Tae stepped to Einith’s side. There was little he had to contribute anyway and Mazom was probably wary of strangers.
“Beloved,” Lasra crooned, voice broken. “Please Mazom, come back to me.”
The knight blinked, blinked again, and his eyes cleared as he looked at Lasra. “Lasra?” His gazed darted all around, but he seemed not to register Tae or Einith’s presence with more than a brief flicker of confusion. “Where am I?”
“That snake Casias took you from our home, do you remember?” Lasra sniffed and quietly cleared his throat. “He brought you here and enchanted you to sleep.”
“I think I recall it, but everything is fuzzy.” Mazom reached out a hand and tweaked some of the Archmage’s iron
