Traitors' Fate: A Queen of Thieves Epic Fantasy Novel by Andy Peloquin

Author:Andy Peloquin [Peloquin, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Andy Peloquin Books
Published: 2018-02-13T07:00:00+00:00

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"Guild Master?"

Athar's timid voice snapped her from her reverie. She blinked and looked up at him.

"Er…Master Serpent thought you'd want to know about Laken," the Serpent said.

Ilanna didn't understand, but she nodded. Athar retreated through the window and back into their upper-floor room.

She didn't know how long she'd sat on the roof of The Sour Mash Inn, staring across the city of Voramis with unseeing eyes. She'd relived Lord Torath's final moments over and over, felt the same surging fury burning within her chest. She knew she'd acted rashly, out of anger, but it didn't matter. Einan was better off without him.

Her joints protested as she stood. She glanced up and was surprised to see the sun hanging high in the sky. Had she really been there that long?

Errik and Sys nodded as she clambered through the window. Keltor hovered over the shoulder of the white-robed woman who sat beside Laken. The Hound was pale-faced, his eyes sunken.

"How is he?" she asked.

The Ministrant turned to regard her. Ilanna flinched; the woman's face and head was a thick mass of burns.

"The wound is grave," the white-robed woman said. "But the Bright Lady will have mercy on him."

Relief washed over Ilanna like a soothing balm. "Is he fit to travel?"

The Ministrant frowned, then gave a hesitant nod. "I'd advise against it. He's weak from loss of blood." She pointed to the gash in his thigh. "The artery was nicked, but by the grace of the Bright Lady, not fully severed. Only the quick intervention of your man here"—she indicated Keltor with a thrust of her chin—"saved his life. Had I arrived even ten minutes later, the patient would have exsanguinated."

Ilanna's gut clenched, and a burden of guilt settled on her shoulders. She had led Laken and the others to Voramis, put them in danger. Her actions had led to his injury. He would live, but to hear that it had been a close thing…

"However," the Ministrant continued, "I can provide you with the necessary bandages, poultices, and remedies to care for him, if you must travel. As long as the sutures hold, all that remains is for him to rest. He should regain use of his leg. Mostly."

Ilanna produced a heavy purse and held it out to the woman. "Thank you, Ministrant…?"

The priestess reached for an odd-looking metal crutch, slipped it under her right arm, and stood. "Fern," she replied, taking the pouch with her left hand. Her right was bent at an awkward angle, as was her left leg. "If your man will accompany me back to The Sanctuary, I will see that he has the necessary supplies."

She hobbled toward the door, then stopped and turned back. "It should go without saying, but do not let him ride a horse. Best you hire a carriage or coach, keep him on his back."

"You hear that?" Errik asked the Hound. "You're going to spend the trip home lying about like the lazy bastard you are."

Laken gave a weak smile, but couldn't manage a reply.

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