Fire-Heart by C. S. Marks

Author:C. S. Marks [Marks, C. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Publisher: parthianpress
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Galador stood over the prone body of Al-Muniqui, his strong hands clenched, his expression veiled. The wretched man had taken to his bed, and was now lying in a miserable knot among the fine brocaded sheets, his dark purple robes soaked with sweat. He mumbled words of supplication, though they were difficult to understand, as his senses were addled and his tongue was thick in his mouth.

Galador did not feel pity for this cruel man who had taken Nelwyn. Even though Gaelen had reported that Nelwyn was in good health and seemed to be in fair spirits, both Gaelen and Galador had felt the despair she had sent out to them many days ago. Galador looked down upon the helpless man, this man he hated, knowing that he would now have to bring him comfort.

Al-Muniqui gazed up into Galador’s bright eyes, and they did not comfort him. He had looked into Nelwyn’s eyes long enough to recognize that this tall healer was another of her race, and he was afraid. “Keep him away from me,” he called to his attendants. “He is another of the Immortal Ones. I cannot bear to look upon him…I wish now that I had never set eyes upon any of them. Keep him away!”

The attendants looked over at Galador, who did not reply. Rogond stepped in to reassure them. “Your master is fevered, and does not know what he is saying. It is true that my companion is Avinashi, which is why he cannot get the sickness. If it were not so, we would not be here to aid you. Step back and allow him to accomplish his purpose. If all goes well, your master will soon be himself again.”

Galador mixed up a concoction that Hallagond had given him; it was a simple mixture, but it would dull the effects of the poison and allow for a speedy recovery. “Give him some of this. It will bring him around by late tomorrow,” said Galador.

The attendants worked to comply, but Al-Muniqui would not swallow the remedy. “I tell you, he is bent on vengeance! He is trying to poison me! The light of his eyes burns my soul…I will not drink of his poison! Get it away!”

They held down the raving man as Galador poured the elixir down his throat. The wretch gagged and spat and struggled, but eventually they were successful. Galador stood erect again, wiping spittle from his face.

“He will sleep now. Take me to the next unfortunate in need of my ability,” he said. At least this fool regrets his association with Nelwyn…I’ll have to take what satisfaction I can from that simple fact.

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