THE HEALER
“My mother is calling me,” he said abruptly. “We must go.”
Morgan looked at the Ange’el, puzzled. She hadn’t heard anything. She followed him as he rushed across the long corridor of the Sacred House. Gabriel was limping badly, but that didn’t stop his sense of urgency. Morgan saw a little red-haired girl sitting on the floor outside a room with her face between her hands. The child stood up and ran to Gabriel, who picked her up with his good arm. Tears ran down her freckly cheeks. She looked to be six or seven years of age.
“Riley, what’s wrong?”
“Dad! We were climbing the mulberry tree to pick the best berries for my pie. Maya fainted high up in the tree and bumped her tummy on the branches as she fell.” Gabriel kissed Riley’s ruddy cheek, put her down, and entered the roo
