The priest was still breathing.
Barely.
I dropped to my knees beside him.
"Someone get a healer!"
Two healers rushed forward.
One pressed his hands against the priest's wound.
Another opened a pouch of herbs.
But the priest pushed them away.
"No."
His voice was weak.
"I don't have much time."
Kael crouched beside him.
"Then use what you have."
The priest looked at him.
"The king..."
"Yes."
"You must listen."
Kael nodded.
"I'm listening."
The priest's eyes moved to me.
His expression changed.
Not fear this time.
Something closer to sorrow.
"The Moon Weaver..."
"I'm here."
His fingers trembled as he reached for me.
I took his hand.
It was cold.
"Tell me about the Moon Goddess."
The priest swallowed.
"She is not your enemy."
My heart stopped.
"What?"
"The Godd
