Have you seen the hands of a healer?
Are they rough?
No.
Are they dirty?
No.
What are they like?
Like the sun reflected in water…
-Karila nursery chant
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
HealerVoran stood at the top of the world. He had crossed more than a single boundary. This was not the Lows of Aer; this was something deeper. Clouds were scattered below him, as though he were set here by a Power of Aer to herd them. Most of the clouds sat barely higher than a great moon-shaped tarn far below his feet, nestled among the crags that divided Vasyllia from Nebesta. The tarn was lined at one end with bunched conifers that looked like bristles on a hair-brush from this distance. Where he stood, there was hardly any vegetation, except for a few pines gnarled by the constant wind. The rest was grey-b
