“Nothing right now,” Gabi said. “No one would want to move against the Enemy of Death while Gadon is so young — well, almost nobody. But once the Enemy hears about him, if he hasn’t already, who knows what he’ll do.”
After a few minutes of talking, Gabi glanced at her watch. “Gadon’s been gone a long time,” she said. “If he’s out there any longer, dinner will be over, and he’ll get caught coming back through the corridors. Maybe I should go check on him.”
“Right,” said Callum. “I’ll go with you.”
“Is that a good idea?” Gabi raised an eyebrow, looking at his leg. It did seem pretty bad, wrapped up in moss and sealed with mud. Callum wiggled his toes experimentally. Nothing hurt.
Callum swung his legs over the side of the bed, sending splintering cracks through his mud-moss cast. “I can’
