The children remained motionless, staring up at him with wide eyes.
Iarion’s eyes flashed. “Now! Get out of my sight, before I lose my temper.”
Shocked into action, the children scattered. The boy with the baggy hat lingered. He was the only one who had hung back during the attack.
“Old Hilde is the healer around here,” he said in a quiet voice. “You can find her two streets over.” He pointed.
Barlo managed a weak smile. “Thanks.”
The boy shook his head. “I’m real sorry they hurt you.” He turned and ran off down a side street, disappearing from sight, leaving Barlo and Iarion to try to figure out what had just happened.
Iarion sighed. “I can’t leave you alone for one moment, can I?” He leaned down to inspect the cut under Barlo’s eye.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Barlo
