Chapter 13: A Thalian WarriorLlewellyn began to drift upward from his deep sleep. Something was wrong he could nay move his hands or feet. He tried to open his eyes, but they remained closed. With great effort he concentrated on his right eye and gradually the lid rose before involuntarily falling. His mind digested the fact that he had seen a purple uniform in the purple chair in his line of vision. Somehow he was at Medicine.
His mind continued to work in slow loops. Medicine must have used some sort of sleep on him. Who was the betrayer? Was it Magda or one of her House? Either way, they kenned how to correctly fashion a dosage for body weight. It must be the Justine cells within him working to overcome the incapacitating d**g. For once Llewellyn gave thanks for his biological fither.
