Eventually, Adept Midael sits back and assures me Bren will survive. “He has lost a great deal of blood,” he says. “Such recovery will take time, though I am sure the mages here can provide you with a potion to help.”
I almost ask, an edge of hysteria to my thoughts, Which mages? Then I remember the palace healer mage, Berrila ni Cairlin, whom Kestrin thought the king would favor to step in once the old Circle fell. For certain, she doesn’t need to know the role Bren played in that fall. No one does.
Which mages?I clear my throat. “When will he wake?”
“The sleep I’ve laid on him will last only a few hours, if that. Anything deeper would be dangerous for him. It’s enough to move him and see him properly settled.”
I nod, grateful.
“Captain Matsin,” a voice says.
I look up, shocked. The
