Bubbling Water led him to a plainly adorned room. At the center stood a stuffed grizzly bear—not sculpted. A live raven was perched on its shoulder. In the far corner, just visible in the dim light, was a large man. His hair was black and unruly, his temples gray. His sonorous snore rumbled the room.
The Matriarch stopped.
The Wizard sensed her amusement.
Curled up beside the General was a boy. She gestured Spying Eagle to wait and stepped to the door. Moments later a servant appeared. “Take the boy from the room without disturbing his sleep,” Bubbling Water said softly. “Afterward, take the bird outside and release it.”
Gently, the servant lifted the boy and carried him from the room.
Spying Eagle detected the signature of a healer. “That"s Healing Hand?”
Nodding, Bubbling Water fro
