Chapter Nine
Duvät Gok Comes Home
Duvät Gok looked up into the Naghari’s care-worn face. He still felt terrible. His shirt was stained, but he lacked the energy to sing it clean.
“You’re well enough to go home,” the healer said.
He shook his head.
“Come on, up you get!” the healer insisted. “You may feel nauseated for a day or so, but the Breath has blown you a narrow escape. You should treasure the life that remains.”
“Someone tried to kill me. I know it! I was poisoned!”
“Yes, bitten by a kommer-sta. Nasty. Few survive one. There’s a tale for your grandchildren.”
Duvät Gok sighed irritably. “I don’t have any.” There was more to this story, he was sure of it. His memory of the meal, the walk to the Chapter-House – all so vague and dream-like.
“Someone bumped into me, I felt a sta
