Whisper of the End by Held Maximian

Author:Held, Maximian [Held, Maximian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter XVIII - Caius

Duras - Outskirts of Ba’tshish

11th of Telod, 1873 MD

Kearika is going to need stitches. A lot of them. As well as at least a week of bed rest. I can probably get her to agree to the stitches. That pommel strike to her head has left a deep gash along most of her forehead. The blood from it coated her neck and face, and is clumping her braids together. Some clean water and fresh cotton from a pouch gets the bleeding stopped. I gingerly cover the cut with more strips of bandage, carefully wrapping it without disturbing Kearika’s hair. I know how much her hair means to her.

Kearika’s tribe believed that the body of a person is sacred, and telling them what to do with it is a serious insult. I remember when I found out about that little tradition. When we first met, I suggested that she should cut her hair, thinking that three feet of hair was not conducive to fighting well. Nearly getting stabbed on our first day was an interesting way to start our adventure. I concentrate on cleaning up Kearika’s various scrapes and nicks, she’s busy describing her fight with the Zauberei but I’m barely listening.

“When she knocked me back against that wall, I thought for a moment she might get me. But I’m the best, as you know.” She says with a wink that I don’t notice. I’m going to have to wash these out when I get the chance, so they don’t get infected.

“Caius, are you even listening?” Kearika asks, annoyance in her voice. Whoops.

“Of course, I am Kearika, you were telling me about your fight with-” Broad strokes Caius. “-the Zauberei.” I finish a little weakly. A grin lights up Kearika’s face at my reply.

“You are listening! So, she has me up against the wall, but I-” Kearika continues, and I go back to trying to keep her in fighting shape. I wonder if the other Zauberei will give up and leave now?

The house is in bad shape, the only remaining furniture is the chairs we are sitting on. The table, bookshelf and door are scattered around the house and blood is leaking across the stone floor. The air is hot, close and heavy with the tang of blood. At least it is not summer yet, or it would be unbearably hot as well.

With a huff Adalan gets up off his chair and begins dragging the fallen Zauberei out the door. Their armor scrapes and screeches against the rough floor, the sound sets my teeth on edge. I need to fix Kearika’s concussion. I wonder why my wards did not hold against her being hit, but did against the glass?

I put a hand on either side of her head, splaying my fingers out and concentrating on her concussion. At least I have treated these before, I know how to direct the aether. This will not tax me terribly.

A few minutes later Kearika’s concussion is gone and the bleeding on her head has stopped.

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