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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 139 из 293“Why is she being wasted behind a sword?”
We had expected Hafwyn to havesome small healing ability, but what was glowing and dancing along our skin was not small. All the healers with this much magic were not allowed to be warriors, not in the front lines anyway. Their talents were too valuable, and too rare among us now, to risk them.
Watching her shining hands rise from his body, I began to hope. Her voice echoed with magic as she asked, “Can someone turn him over so that I do not waste the healing on smaller things? It has been so long since I have been allowed to use my powers to their full benefit, I am a little out of practice.”
Hawthorne and Adair rolled Galen over for her, Hawthorne cradling his head and shoulders so Galen’s face did not touch the blood. I would remember that little extra care he took with Galen, and it would earn Hawthorne something.
Hafwyn laid her hands on Galen’s back, and my skin prickled with the effort she put into him. She could have closed his wounds, but simply from the sensations her healing chased across my skin, I thought she was doing more.
“NO!” shouted one of the other female guards, still kneeling, still bound. “You are saving him.” Aisling placed his sword tip at her throat. She had to stop talking or risk piercing her own skin against Aisling’s sword point.
“Siobhan will see you dead for this,” said Melangell.
Siobhan had been Cel’s captain of the guard. She and a handful of others had also attacked me overtly. I had killed two of the attackers, more by accident than on purpose, and she had surrendered. I had assumed she was dead. She’d tried to kill a royal heir. She should have been dead. When we weren’t in front of so many hostile ears, I would ask someone.
Hafwyn leaned back from Galen, a smile on her face. “Siobhan is still locked in a cell in the Hallway of Mortality. She won’t be killing anyone for a while yet.”
Galen shuddered in Hawthorne’s arms. The first breath he took was loud and gasping, and he thrust himself up off the floor, eyes wild. He collapsed almost immediately, and only Hawthorne’s arms kept him from falling flat to the floor.
“You are safe,” Hawthorne said. “You are safe.”
Frost let me go to him. I don’t know if he trusted Hafwyn now, or if he knew he couldn’t have stopped me without a fight. I did have enough sense left to go on the far side of Galen’s body, closer to the wall than to Hafwyn.
Hawthorne spilled Galen’s upper body into my lap. I cradled him against me, looking into those green eyes, that face, that smile. Tears streamed down my face, though I was laughing.
We had expected Hafwyn to havesome small healing ability, but what was glowing and dancing along our skin was not small. All the healers with this much magic were not allowed to be warriors, not in the front lines anyway. Their talents were too valuable, and too rare among us now, to risk them.
Watching her shining hands rise from his body, I began to hope. Her voice echoed with magic as she asked, “Can someone turn him over so that I do not waste the healing on smaller things? It has been so long since I have been allowed to use my powers to their full benefit, I am a little out of practice.”
Hawthorne and Adair rolled Galen over for her, Hawthorne cradling his head and shoulders so Galen’s face did not touch the blood. I would remember that little extra care he took with Galen, and it would earn Hawthorne something.
Hafwyn laid her hands on Galen’s back, and my skin prickled with the effort she put into him. She could have closed his wounds, but simply from the sensations her healing chased across my skin, I thought she was doing more.
“NO!” shouted one of the other female guards, still kneeling, still bound. “You are saving him.” Aisling placed his sword tip at her throat. She had to stop talking or risk piercing her own skin against Aisling’s sword point.
“Siobhan will see you dead for this,” said Melangell.
Siobhan had been Cel’s captain of the guard. She and a handful of others had also attacked me overtly. I had killed two of the attackers, more by accident than on purpose, and she had surrendered. I had assumed she was dead. She’d tried to kill a royal heir. She should have been dead. When we weren’t in front of so many hostile ears, I would ask someone.
Hafwyn leaned back from Galen, a smile on her face. “Siobhan is still locked in a cell in the Hallway of Mortality. She won’t be killing anyone for a while yet.”
Galen shuddered in Hawthorne’s arms. The first breath he took was loud and gasping, and he thrust himself up off the floor, eyes wild. He collapsed almost immediately, and only Hawthorne’s arms kept him from falling flat to the floor.
“You are safe,” Hawthorne said. “You are safe.”
Frost let me go to him. I don’t know if he trusted Hafwyn now, or if he knew he couldn’t have stopped me without a fight. I did have enough sense left to go on the far side of Galen’s body, closer to the wall than to Hafwyn.
Hawthorne spilled Galen’s upper body into my lap. I cradled him against me, looking into those green eyes, that face, that smile. Tears streamed down my face, though I was laughing.