Within seconds the fire had engulfed her in pulsating white tongues of flame. She rose up, spiraling gracefully away from the deck of the Able Drake, as Huw, Katkin and Arkady looked on, entranced as always by Hana’s healing grace. Thirty seconds passed.
She landed on the deck and looked around her, panting hard. She spied Arkady first. With a scream of rage, she snatched up a boat hook and launched herself forward. Only Huw’s quick-thinking intervention saved his brother’s life. He tackled Gwenn and held her, with Katkin’s help. Katkin shook her daughter until her teeth rattled.
“Stop this childish behavior at once, Gwenn. He won’t be able heal Gunnar if you kill him.” Gwenn subsided, albeit unwillingly, and then crawled over to where Gunnar lay on the deck, sobbing quietly. She kissed
