25
ALL TOGETHER
Thordric coughed and rolled onto his side, sitting up. He looked at Vey and Hamlet, surrounded by the Watchem Watchems. They were all looking at him.
‘What happened?’ he said, stretching and feeling a dull ache below his ribs on one side. He looked down and saw that his robes had been torn and, underneath, was a dark purple scar.
‘You had a piece of shard stuck in your side. I pulled it out, remember?’ Hamlet said, concern on his face.
Thordric found that he did have a memory of a sharp pain. That must have been it.
‘We cleaned the wound and sealed it,’ Vey said. ‘That sticky potion of yours is quite handy; I’m not sure what we would have done without it.’
Thordric grinned, about to say that perhaps Vey should consider putting it on the council’s production line, but
