Huw groaned weakly and Arkady quickly knelt by him on the cobblestones. “My Gods, Huw, are you hurt?”
Before he could answer, Jacq asked, “Who is this man? Why are you traveling with a darky?” Arkady noted the suspicious tone in his brother’s voice, but decided to ignore it.
Arkady helped Huw to his feet. He said, through teeth gritted in pain, “Broken rib, I think. I had better ride back to the camp and have it seen to.”
“No, Huw. You will never make it back to St. Lisane like that. Come with me now to the Citadel. Katkin, that is... the Queen, is a healer. She can help you.”
Jacq said quietly, “Maybe it would be better to let him go back to his own kind. Kat’s awfully busy today, and I don’t know...” He scratched his head, and it was obvious the whole situation made him very uncomfor
