Protector Of The Grove (Book 2) by Trevor H. Cooley

Author:Trevor H. Cooley [Cooley, Trevor H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Jhonate, what happened?” Justan asked, returning her embrace.

She pulled back and kissed him deeply before responding. “We were attacked again in the night. There were four of them this time. Aldie was badly hurt and Jhexin as well. Weaponmaster Yntri is working on Aldie now.”

The screams rose again and Justan heard Sir Hilt swear, “Hold him down, blast you!”

Justan pushed back his bedroll, wincing at the soreness in his hand, and stood. He felt a sudden dizziness. “What do you mean, attacked again?”

“This was the third night in a row. It was easier to chase them off the first two times because there were only two basilisks,” she said.

Aldie whimpered. Justan looked around and saw his swords lying in their sheathes next to his bedroll. He grabbed his swords and walked over to the others, not taking the time to put on his boots despite the frost on the ground.

Hilt, Poz, Qurl, and Jhexin each held one of Adie’s limbs down while Yntri straddled him. The elf was clicking out instructions while he had his hand shoved into a gaping wound in the young warrior’s abdomen. Aldie’s eyes were wild and he had a rolled piece of leather clenched in his teeth.

“Why won’t he pass out?” exclaimed Jhexin as he tried to keep the student’s leg still. The Roo-Tan warrior was on one knee, his other leg held out stiffly. It was heavily bandaged and bloodied from a wound just above his knee.

“Hilt, let go of his hand,” Justan said. All eyes turned to him except for Yntri, who was focused on the task at hand.

“Sir Edge!” said Poz.

“Thank the gods you’re awake,” Hilt added.

Justan drew Peace and crouched at Hilt’s side. “Aldie. Hold on to my sword. It will take away the pain.”

Hilt shifted over, freeing Aldie’s hand and Justan placed the handle of his sword into the young man’s sweaty palm. Aldie’s fingers clenched and then his body relaxed as the magic of the sword drained all of his pain and emotion away.

“Is that better?” Justan asked and Aldie blinked uncertainly. Justan knew how he felt. He was no longer in pain, but he could still feel Yntri’s hand in his innards. The sword would force him not to feel panic or fear, but that wouldn’t take away the nightmares later. Justan glared at Hilt. “Why didn’t you hand him my sword before? There was no sense in him going through that.”

“We tried,” said Jhonate. “Its magic did not work until you woke.”

Yntri let out an exclamation and pulled out what he’d been looking for; a thin stone shard. The wound bulged, Aldie’s innards threatening to spill out. The elf dropped his grisly find to the ground and reached into his pack to pull out his jar of Jharro tree sap. He smeared the pink substance into the wound and got out a long needle and thread.

Justan stood and ran a shaking hand through his hair. He cursed the fact that he couldn’t heal anyone but his bonded.

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