Neil knelt.
“Forgive me, my senior, I know you are angry at us for appealing to the Master the other day, but we –”
“Do you know what he will do to you all for such a foolish act?!”
“My senior, we are too few for him to punish us all so severely. Not like before,” the healer remarked, his head bowed, his eyes trembling.
Healer Inca was known to be kind, but he was not the lead apprentice for no reason. Just like their Master, he had two faces, maybe three.
He could be as dark as the Head Healer, as considerate as a Matron, or as fearful as a Slave.
The young healer began to shake visibly, though his voice was clear.
“You… You are the only one who protects us,” the young healer said quietly. “If you die… If he harms you beyond your capacity, or ours, to heal, then…,” his voice drift
