Chapter 20Cadmoryth stirred uneasily. Hawklan leaned forward and took his hand. Urthryn and Girvan watched the healer anxiously, but looking at each in turn he gave a slight shake of his head.
It was a confirmation of what he had said earlier when, found on the beach as the Muster rounded up those Morlider abandoned by their fleeing compatriots, Cadmoryth had been brought to the hospital tent, unconscious and broken.
Girvan turned away briefly in distress, but Urthryn bared his teeth in angry frustration. He turned to leave.
‘Ffyrst.’ Cadmoryth’s voice was weak, but lucid and audible even above the commotion filling the hospital tent.
Urthryn turned and looked down at the fisherman. The man’s eyes were open and clear.
‘I’m here,’ Urthryn said.
‘Ffyrst,’ Cadmoryth said again. ‘Forgive
