“Will I lose the leg, do you think?” he asked, with admirable calm, as we waited to see if blood would soak through the wrappings.
“How can I know? I am no physician. But the damage is not, I think, so bad as it first appeared, when all was b****y and ragged. I see no reason it may not heal, in time.”
We did not speak of how much time. Tristan would not be fighting dragons again this season, nor likely the next.
I was surprised, but not displeased, when Tristan reached for my hand. “Ariana, I…it is so very good to see you well! Your parents and I hardly knew whether to hope…They have never ceased to pray for your safe return, Ariana, nor have I. I do so rejoice to see you!”
“And I you,” I said, feeling tears start in my eyes. “I beg you, tell me of my parents, and Tegwen, and the Court
