Chapter 7I stared at Braith in wordless horror. I could not rightfully claim surprise at Prince Owain’s arrival, but I had expected some furtive attempt to contact his brother, not this blatant charge in full daylight.
“You cannot fight,” I said. “You cannot change shape, you are not nearly healed—”
“I have little choice, it seems. I cannot fight in human form.” “I have a sword—”
“Which I am in no way trained to use. I’d not last a full minute.” “Then…then you must stay here. I will go—”
“Would you have me believe you care a whit for my welfare, when you send your fairy champion to fetch my death?”
“You would believe me indifferent, after the blood, sweat and tears I have spent to keep you alive? You are a fool, and will be a dead fool if you rush out into combat. Go into the tower an
