Then the connection was cut and he found himself back in the clearing leaning against the log, his shield gone and Vaska leaning over him, staring into his face. Before thought, Tarkyn flicked his shield back up and watched Vaska’s face tighten as he withdrew, clearly discomforted by Tarkyn’s mistrust.
“Your pardon for coming too close to you, Your Highness,” said the sorcerer stiffly. “For a moment, you seemed to lose consciousness and I was checking whether you were all right. I did not mean to alarm you.”
“Thank you for your concern, Vaska. I was merely pre-occupied for a few moments.”
Vaska frowned. “How do you know I’m Vaska? I was on the other side of the clearing when you closed your eyes.”
Tarkyn smiled. “You forget. I have twin brothers myself. I am used to seeing the differen
