Chapter 6: Alchemy“Physician Mundir,” Tarquin said, “I need your help.”
He’d spoken quietly in deference to his brother, who was sleeping again on one of the sickroom cots. Mundir startled anyway. He whirled in his chair, making the two hearth magic lights above him bob and spin, and slapped one of his thick-fingered hands over his heart. He was wearing the dark green of the court with a white linen apron over it. Despite the late hour, it looked as immaculate as it had at the meeting, as if he’d just put it on.
“Mage Tarquin,” he exclaimed a little too loudly. He glanced guiltily at Faladir then, and sighed in relief when Faladir didn’t stir. Mundir stood and walked over to Tarquin, frowning. “I’m afraid I can’t let you see the queenling’s consort now. He needs to rest.”
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