The emerald fire-breather’s soul screamed in agony, almost flooring me from her psychic scream. But she made no move to retaliate against me, nor did she shirk away from the blade. Like an avalanche the infection poured out of her wound and began filling the bucket. Reaching out with a hand I laid it on the massive creature soothingly and remained close. As I did, I became aware of Dragons standing behind me. Turning I looked upon the awe-struck faces of Bellus and Hakim and the dour, frowning face of Ankor Mauk standing between them. The two Zhintii were loaded down with large bowls and pots of the ingredients I’d requested while at their feet were piles of freshly cut white bedding for bandages.
From the brothers I felt the sense of complete amazement. They had never before seen a human
