WHEN SHE WOKE, THE fever had broken. Her back was covered in sweat, and she felt cold. Olara and Heko were watching her close.
“You need to rest longer,” Olara said. “I don’t know how you made it through the night.”
Akshara bolted up and drank some water Heko offered. He looked at her with great concern. “What happened to you when you were gone? You were talking in your sleep—something about the burden being too big.”
“It’s nothing,” she snapped. “I need to go to Brania and see if an old priestess I met is still alive. She said something to me that I need to understand. I think she might even know how to bring the old Fari back.”
“The old Fari is gone forever,” Heko said. Olara nodded in agreement.
“I’ll save her,” Akshara said.
“How much more do you have to see, Aksha?” Heko asked.
