When Lady Annabeth was brought inside the Castle, the sun had already gone down.
Riomhar was filled with the cold breeze coming from Tel Azuri, but it did nothing to banish the heat inside the infirmary. Amy wiped the bullets of sweat that beaded across her forehead with the back of her hand. She watched as Lady Annabeth’s eyes dart under her closed eyelids. Annabeth’s dreaming, she thought. What could she be dreaming about? Riding across Noira on Gilroy’s back? Perhaps, seeing her parents again? she wondered and decided that she will ask when the Keeper wakes up.
After Lady Annabeth collapsed in the middle of the courtyard, castle sentries and court servants swarmed around Amy. The guards carefully lifted the Gustavi Council Keeper and carried her to the infirmary on the lowest floor
