Chapter 30
Diagnosis
Egan hoisted the large, sooshskin vest over his head and settled it across his shoulders. Pican began tying the straps, jerking them tight through the buckles.
“Costell?”
He glanced up to see another guard standing in the doorway. “Yes?”
“The surymander is awake and asking for you.”
Egan broke away from the armorer and rushed down the hallway toward his old friend’s chambers. A soldier standing guard at the door opened it for him, and Egan hurried inside.
Vacot lay on his bed, his face as pale as the coverlet tucked around him. Upon hearing Egan enter, the man slowly opened his eyes.
“The things you will do to try and get out of performing your duties,” Egan half-heartedly jested in a weak attempt to make light of the situation.
Vacot tried to respond, but it
