Michael's Flight: A Librarian of Nimium Book (Murudian Cycle 1) by Lynn Egan

Author:Lynn Egan [Egan, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

It was very late when he landed on the roof of the Red Mane, but they seemed to still be serving guests. He wasn't sure, now that he was here, whether he should enter as a raven or as himself. He was bone-tired, scared for his companion, and unbalanced from the atmosphere of the Island.

He hopped around on the roof for a bit until he spied that there was a gable window left open to the night air. He hopped down to it and peered in. The dark room inside was empty, and there was a door ajar that led to dim light. He dropped down into the room and bounced over to the door in the ungainly way that birds have when moving quickly on the ground. Sticking his head through the portal, he saw the landing had a matching door across from his and a narrow stair which had a single candle in a sconce at the bottom. He was much lighter as a bird than he was as a man, so he hop-glided down the stairs without much noise and continued his search.

He managed to meet no one for several minutes, though he heard snoring from several doors and more personal noises from others. Finally, he came to the head of the stairs which he was sure led to the main room where he'd met the Aeldwidd.

Now what?

He decided finally to sneak down a few stairs and peek into the room and see if she was there. He managed this, but saw only a few somber drunks gathered near the fire. He muttered raven curses under his breath until a soft, slightly clawed foot set itself on the stair next to his body. He managed not to caw as a similarly clawed hand came gently down upon his back.

"Wing brother, what do you here?" she said with some surprise in the desert tongue. She coaxed him to her arm and looked into his eyes. Hers widened and her lips parted in a grin. "Only one creature has such golden eyes! We had word you had been taken. Are you changed yourself or by another? Is it a curse?" Michael flopped down to the floor and, unheeding of the company, allowed his body to become a man's again. He leaned against the wall, exhausted, with a long cut across the underside of his arm - that must have been where the arrow grazed his wing.

"You are injured! It should be healed." She reached a golden hand out to his arm and he felt a warm tingle where there had been pain, and then both feelings were gone.

"You heal?"

She noted his weary surprise and the use of the common tongue by answering in the same, "I am skilled with the body." Her hooded eyes and sly grin gave a double meaning to the phrase, but he was too tired to react. They descended to the main room and he finally had a full helping of the fish stew and bread.

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