“What did you do?” I rushed to Jack’s side. The guard was already binding the arm to slow the blood loss.
“He will survive,” Queen Iratzé told me. “Our healers will see to him for now, and they will show you how to take care of him until he is recovered.”
“Recovered? You chopped off his arm!”
“Hand. As prescribed by law,” she nodded. “Now, we need to discuss this Kartahn Zeg. And other matters.”
“But—” I turned back to Jack.
A woman had appeared and signaled to the guards. They picked Jack up from under his arms and followed the woman out of the tent with Jack’s feet dragging on the ground.
“Come,” Iratzé said. “Sit.” She indicated some stools that sat next to the table of food.
Emma clung to my side, and I led her to the table.
I tried not to think about what had just happened wit
