Chapter 14At dawn, the air was finally beginning to clear. The pyre had burned down to a low blackened mound that I elected not to examine closely, and I could breathe without tasting the stink of ghoul for the first time in what felt like a hundred years.
I had slept long and deep, my body too exhausted to pay heed to worries or the distressing events of the day, and woke sore and aching in every part. Not only did my wounds pain me, but all my muscles and joints protested their recent hard use, and it was an effort of will to uncurl from my nest of blankets and see to our equine patient.
He was not faring well. Over his skin, minuscule blue-green lights twinkled, forming a sort of web that helped hold his wounds together—doubtless a result of Elaysius and Gareth’s work in the night. De
