Chapter Twenty-SevenA Heavy Burden
Barlo cursed as he saw Iarion tilt his cupped hands to his lips. What was the fool elf doing? The lady had warned them about the Forbidden Pool!
Barlo suppressed a surge of panic. He shook Iarion by the shoulders, but the elf’s body had gone stiff. Moments later, Iarion slumped to the ground.
“Iarion! Iarion, wake up!” He yelled another few choice words at him in his own tongue as he continued to shake his friend’s shoulders.
“Be still!” Golaron hissed. “Do you want to alert the entire countryside to our presence?” Barlo lowered his voice, but continued trying to rouse Iarion. Linwyn seemed paralyzed, her eyes wide with panic.
Silvaranwyn crouched at Iarion’s side and laid her hand upon his brow. “He still lives. He struggles with visions given by th
