“I can’t stay here! I’ve got to get away!”
“No, lovey, y’ve hurt y’ leg. Y’ll just make it worse if y’ get up.”
“No, no, that black thing’s come back, it’s coming down, look.”
“You’re dreaming about the storm cloud again,” Wyrdha told his patient. “Wake up properly and it’ll all be gone.”
Iethen took a wet cloth from a bowl by the bed and wiped Yauva’s face. “Such a nice lad,” she murmured. “Right shame, it is.” Yauva relaxed a little, swallowed and looked around. This time he met their eyes. “There now, lovey. No more clouds, eh?”
“No. No more clouds.” He drew his hand across his face. “But somethin’s comin’, I can feel it. There’s somethin’ comin’.”
And three loud knocks rattled the healer’s door.
Wyrdha was at his front step in moments, staring down at the round little man who oc
