CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
My frantic mind tried to think of some reply, but my mouth was too dry to respond.
“You may study Miss Lucas’ instrument another time, Commander,” Callidus spoke up as he nodded down at Werd’s limp body. “But for the moment, we need to get this man inside, so if you would give Miss Lucas her flute back and help me lift him.”
Edouard reluctantly handed me the instrument which I quickly tucked into the canister. We four took up the heavy burdens of the men and managed to drag Ben and Werd into the parlor. Dreda and I set Ben in a chair close to the fire while Werd received the sofa treatment.
Dreda stepped back and pursed her lips as she looked down at Ben, but I could see that one eye was focused on Werd. I smiled up at her. “I’ll handle him. You go to Werd.”
