whenever she
was ravenous. Too much time had passed since she performed the
magic and her body was wasted. Fever and time lost in getting
nourishment added to the toll. After chewing most of the food,
Liselle answered. “The candles hurt them a little, but it’s not
bad. I can heal myself.”
“No!” Vevin, Ponella and Tathan all
exclaimed in unison. Ponella explained. “Magic takes physical
strength. When a person as weak as you are uses it, it does
permanent damage to bones, heart, brain, and other internal parts.
It could kill you.” She leaned over and put her finger just in
front of Liselle’s nose. “Don’t you dare use even the slightest bit
of magic, is that clear?” Liselle opened her mouth and gently bit
the proffered finger. Ponella was not amused and stared until
Liselle let go. “Is that clear?” she reiterated.
“Yes.” Liselle might have tried to fight it
harder but her magic was still being suppressed, whether by Vevin
or the flower that was squeezing her hair, she didn’t know.
“You’re a very healthy woman. The fever took
its toll on you, but you’ll recover soon and can leave anytime.”
Ponella gathered her bag. “Eat well and take care of yourself.” She
shivered before reaching the door. “Brrr, I sense an early and
harsh winter coming. You may want to put more wood on that
fire.”
After the healer was gone for a few moments,
Sir Danth went to the door and looked out. He came back with a nod
of his helmet and re-took his position.
“Good, I don’t like her. I don’t like any of
them,” Anilyia said. The princess tried to grab a piece of food
from the table. When Liselle glared at her, she stuck out her
tongue and took a bite anyway.
“How are you really doing, Cousin?” Tathan
moved to the vacant side of the bed Ponella had just vacated.
Liselle stuck out her tongue back at the princess when Anilyia had
to surrender the hand.
Liselle thought about the question for a
moment. “I’m hungry, weak, tired and confused about everything. You
tell me how we got here, I’ll eat and when we’re both done, I’ll go
back to sleep and take care of the other two.”
“Alright, so you remember Sir Danth battling
ghosts and then you filled his armor with blue fire and brought him
to his senses, yes?” Tathan asked.
“Filled him with fire?”
“Oh yes!” Vevin nodded vigorously. “Your
blue fire was coming out of his helmet. We thought you were
destroying him.”
“Your fire cleansed me and clarified my
thoughts, Milady. It also saved my sanity,” Sir Danth told her with
a bow. It was obvious that everyone else was still cranky with him.
“Your power is extraordinary in both its magnitude and gentleness.
I will die for you should you wish it, Milady.” He banged his fist
to chest, creating a loud clang that made her wince.
Vevin glared at the knight. “I wish it.”
“Vevin, please,” Liselle said with her mouth
still partially full. She swallowed the bite, scraping her tender
throat. “I know you’re mad at him, but it’s not his fault. There
was something evil back there. You need to understand that, while
Sir Danth was affected, he did not cause the evil.”
Vevin glared at the knight a moment longer.
“Alright, but if he ever endangers you like that again, regardless
of whether or not it’s his fault, I’m going to kill him.” Liselle
noticed that Anilyia shifted her chair a bit further back from
Vevin and glanced at Tathan as though wishing he would bring his
hand back.
The knight bowed. “I accept that, Sir
Dragon.”
Liselle didn’t have the strength to listen
to them. “Let Tathan tell the story so I can go back to sleep.” She
did have the strength to take a chicken leg from a plate. It wasn’t
as good as the Rojuun drumsticks, but she was hungry. Not being
able to get those drumsticks was probably the worst part of having
made the entire race hostile towards them by rescuing the
princess.
Tathan continued, “We woke you up the
was ravenous. Too much time had passed since she performed the
magic and her body was wasted. Fever and time lost in getting
nourishment added to the toll. After chewing most of the food,
Liselle answered. “The candles hurt them a little, but it’s not
bad. I can heal myself.”
“No!” Vevin, Ponella and Tathan all
exclaimed in unison. Ponella explained. “Magic takes physical
strength. When a person as weak as you are uses it, it does
permanent damage to bones, heart, brain, and other internal parts.
It could kill you.” She leaned over and put her finger just in
front of Liselle’s nose. “Don’t you dare use even the slightest bit
of magic, is that clear?” Liselle opened her mouth and gently bit
the proffered finger. Ponella was not amused and stared until
Liselle let go. “Is that clear?” she reiterated.
“Yes.” Liselle might have tried to fight it
harder but her magic was still being suppressed, whether by Vevin
or the flower that was squeezing her hair, she didn’t know.
“You’re a very healthy woman. The fever took
its toll on you, but you’ll recover soon and can leave anytime.”
Ponella gathered her bag. “Eat well and take care of yourself.” She
shivered before reaching the door. “Brrr, I sense an early and
harsh winter coming. You may want to put more wood on that
fire.”
After the healer was gone for a few moments,
Sir Danth went to the door and looked out. He came back with a nod
of his helmet and re-took his position.
“Good, I don’t like her. I don’t like any of
them,” Anilyia said. The princess tried to grab a piece of food
from the table. When Liselle glared at her, she stuck out her
tongue and took a bite anyway.
“How are you really doing, Cousin?” Tathan
moved to the vacant side of the bed Ponella had just vacated.
Liselle stuck out her tongue back at the princess when Anilyia had
to surrender the hand.
Liselle thought about the question for a
moment. “I’m hungry, weak, tired and confused about everything. You
tell me how we got here, I’ll eat and when we’re both done, I’ll go
back to sleep and take care of the other two.”
“Alright, so you remember Sir Danth battling
ghosts and then you filled his armor with blue fire and brought him
to his senses, yes?” Tathan asked.
“Filled him with fire?”
“Oh yes!” Vevin nodded vigorously. “Your
blue fire was coming out of his helmet. We thought you were
destroying him.”
“Your fire cleansed me and clarified my
thoughts, Milady. It also saved my sanity,” Sir Danth told her with
a bow. It was obvious that everyone else was still cranky with him.
“Your power is extraordinary in both its magnitude and gentleness.
I will die for you should you wish it, Milady.” He banged his fist
to chest, creating a loud clang that made her wince.
Vevin glared at the knight. “I wish it.”
“Vevin, please,” Liselle said with her mouth
still partially full. She swallowed the bite, scraping her tender
throat. “I know you’re mad at him, but it’s not his fault. There
was something evil back there. You need to understand that, while
Sir Danth was affected, he did not cause the evil.”
Vevin glared at the knight a moment longer.
“Alright, but if he ever endangers you like that again, regardless
of whether or not it’s his fault, I’m going to kill him.” Liselle
noticed that Anilyia shifted her chair a bit further back from
Vevin and glanced at Tathan as though wishing he would bring his
hand back.
The knight bowed. “I accept that, Sir
Dragon.”
Liselle didn’t have the strength to listen
to them. “Let Tathan tell the story so I can go back to sleep.” She
did have the strength to take a chicken leg from a plate. It wasn’t
as good as the Rojuun drumsticks, but she was hungry. Not being
able to get those drumsticks was probably the worst part of having
made the entire race hostile towards them by rescuing the
princess.
Tathan continued, “We woke you up the
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