19
A Long Two Days
“Get up, boy.”
Thomas cracked a bleary eye to see Celyn looming over him in the gloom. It took a second for the presence of the Welshman to register, and a second more for Nona’s words to echo in his mind. I have told Celyn I am Fey. His heart skipped a beat in his chest as he pushed himself upright to a sitting position, raking the hair out of his eyes.
The Healing had been uneventful, thankfully. The lines of pain on Torht’s face had eased as Nona lifted her hands from his and the slight glow of her power around him faded. Nona was satisfied with the result. She didn’t leave any draught for him, in case Aethelwin or someone else visited and remarked on it, but Torht had said it wasn’t necessary. Their journey back was without incident. Despite his fears, it had all
