Forty minutes later, Tarkyn rose gently back into consciousness to find Waterstone’s face looking down at him. Waterstone smiled. “Hello there. You fixed yourself, I see. Well done. Was it hard?”
Tarkyn stayed where he was and shook his head. “Nothing like it had been. Once I took into the battle the knowledge that I wasn’t really helpless, there was no battle. Thank heavens for the eagles, is all I can say.”
Waterstone shook his head. “You would have found a way, Tarkyn, even if the eagles hadn’t come. You are the hope of Eskuzor, remember?”
Tarkyn gave a wry smile. “Hope can flicker out just like a flame in the wind. Do not set too much store by the words of an old wizard and a passionate young sorcerer.” He put his hand up to feel his cheek and his jaw, “Hmm, not bad. Still a tiny bi
