When the song was through, and the stones cooled once again, she pulled them away from Flath’s wound and found it had already started to heal. She looked up at a group of Oread that had gathered in anticipation of being needed. “Please, get a wagon ready and bring it and my horse here, quickly!” She turned to Lumah. “We must get him to my grandmother.”
“Yes, Empress,” he replied warily. Was he afraid of her? God, what has she done?
The sun was still high in the bright sky when they reached Tess’s woodland infirmary. Rhiannon had a warrior ride ahead and alert Tess that they were coming with the king. She was standing outside waiting for them, her hands tightly clasped in front of her. She was shifting her weight from side to side and Rhiannon could see the tightness in her jaw. She looke
