When Emrys opened his eyes again, he was on the floor of the bone palace. His wounds were dripping, covering the floor in dark red stains. He tried to stand but ended up screaming. The cut on his leg went right down to the bone.
Dara was some distance away, fussing over a dusty table. He didn’t look up as Emrys screamed.
“Dear me, I wasn’t expecting a visit,” said Dara. “You know you really should arrive when you’re expected. I can make sure I have a pot of tea waiting for you.”
“Help me!”
Dara finally turned. His eyes widened at the state that Emrys was in, and he sighed.
“I take it your duel didn’t quite go how you were expecting? Hold still, I’ll help you.”
Dara approached with herbs, encrusting Emrys’s leg with a poultice. The herbs stuck as they filled the wound, but Dara held t
