Maal was very weak, so weak he could not sit up and could barely talk. He had been through a great deal and although he was certainly alive now, it was obvious to them he was only just so. Karne began to realize he probably would not be well enough to go to the Sacred Circle on the night of the rising star and undertake the difficulties of the journey to meet the Lords of the Sun.
‘What can we do?’ Kyra pleaded. ‘Tell us... how can we help you to get better.’
Maal turned his head a fraction to look at her, his eyes full of love.
He was trying to speak but his voice was so weak she had to lean very close to his mouth to hear what he was saying.
‘There is no way I will get better with this old body,’ he whispered.
‘Do not say that!’ cried Kyra.
He shook his head very slightly and a smi
