SeventeenJake woke up, his head feeling foggy. “What happened?”
“You took a tumble,” Bea said.
He tried to sit up, quickly realising that something was not right. “My head's pounding.”
“You hit your head when you fell,” Tamatan said from the corner of the dimly lit room. His red eyes, barely glowing.
“I don't feel well. I'm burning up.”
Bea placed another damp rag on his head, pressing it down until rivulets of water ran down his face. “You've been out for several hours, Jake. We were walking back inside when you just went over. Do you remember?”
“No. I remember the boy. I remember him floating away. Then nothing.”
“We've had to strip you off. You have quite a fever. The innkeeper is getting more water for you.”
On cue, Matts and Jenni walked in through a wooden door. The innkeeper
