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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 257 из 293His body searching between my legs, trying to find my opening. I think I would have let his last glamour undo me, but a sharp pain stabbed into my side, and broke his magic. I came to myself lying atop him, as much as our differences in size would allow. The pain did not stop with his broken glamour. I tried to raise my body and the pain sharpened. I stared down the line of our bodies and found the tip of the wood in his middle had pierced my side.
Galen and Frost were there, trying to lift me up. I was about to tell them to stop when the wood came out. The wound was shallow, thank the Goddess, but I’d have to talk to them about looking before they moved me. None of them were used to dealing with someone who injured as easily as I did.
Galen called, “Hafwyn, Merry is hurt.”
“No,” I said, “it looks worse than it is. There are others who need her more than I.”
“You are the princess, and they are only demi-fey,” Ivi said.
I shook my head, as Galen cradled me in his arms, laying me on Ivi’s cloak. “Doyle can heal it when he gets back,” I said.
“At least let Hafwyn look at it,” Galen said.
I nodded. “If she has time.”
Of course, she came immediately. She knelt and cleaned the blood away with the cloth and bowl of water that Kitto had fetched for her. She explored the wound, which hurt, and removed some splinters, which hurt more.
Galen let me squeeze his hand while she took the splinters out with her fingers. Where were sterile tweezers when you needed them? Galen smiled down at me, and said, “I didn’t know you were this strong. What a grip.”
It made me smile, which was what he’d intended.
I caught a glimpse of Royal behind Hafwyn and Galen. The demi-fey lay utterly still, eyes closed. The hands that had caressed my body were limp on either side of him. I chased Hafwyn’s hands away. “See to Royal.”
She looked puzzled. I realized she didn’t remember his name. “Royal, the demi I was helping.”
Hafwyn went to Royal’s body as I’d ordered. She started to lay hands on him, and his spine bowed upward, as if drawn by some invisible string. His breath came into his body in a great gasping rush. It left his body in a shriek that reverberated through the room. His scream was echoed by the other wounded. It was as if they were all having a fit.
“What’s happening?” Frost asked.
Hafwyn shook her head. I don’t think she knew either. Not good.
The small knot of uninjured demi-fey started forward, as if to try to help.
Galen and Frost were there, trying to lift me up. I was about to tell them to stop when the wood came out. The wound was shallow, thank the Goddess, but I’d have to talk to them about looking before they moved me. None of them were used to dealing with someone who injured as easily as I did.
Galen called, “Hafwyn, Merry is hurt.”
“No,” I said, “it looks worse than it is. There are others who need her more than I.”
“You are the princess, and they are only demi-fey,” Ivi said.
I shook my head, as Galen cradled me in his arms, laying me on Ivi’s cloak. “Doyle can heal it when he gets back,” I said.
“At least let Hafwyn look at it,” Galen said.
I nodded. “If she has time.”
Of course, she came immediately. She knelt and cleaned the blood away with the cloth and bowl of water that Kitto had fetched for her. She explored the wound, which hurt, and removed some splinters, which hurt more.
Galen let me squeeze his hand while she took the splinters out with her fingers. Where were sterile tweezers when you needed them? Galen smiled down at me, and said, “I didn’t know you were this strong. What a grip.”
It made me smile, which was what he’d intended.
I caught a glimpse of Royal behind Hafwyn and Galen. The demi-fey lay utterly still, eyes closed. The hands that had caressed my body were limp on either side of him. I chased Hafwyn’s hands away. “See to Royal.”
She looked puzzled. I realized she didn’t remember his name. “Royal, the demi I was helping.”
Hafwyn went to Royal’s body as I’d ordered. She started to lay hands on him, and his spine bowed upward, as if drawn by some invisible string. His breath came into his body in a great gasping rush. It left his body in a shriek that reverberated through the room. His scream was echoed by the other wounded. It was as if they were all having a fit.
“What’s happening?” Frost asked.
Hafwyn shook her head. I don’t think she knew either. Not good.
The small knot of uninjured demi-fey started forward, as if to try to help.