““How long has he been like this?” he asked, using the subtle speech of his mother’s people. “Weeks,” Calin told his half brother. Pug lay unconscious in the center of the contemplation glade, at the very spot where he had first been placed, while Spellweavers worked around him to keep him alive. “Tathar?” Calis asked. “We think he regains his strength, slowly. The wounds are also healing, slowly.” Calis regarded the silent magician. His body was covered with huge scabs and scars, with flakes of... dead skin peeling off, as if burned by the sun. Under the flakes, raw pink skin could be seen. Most of his hair, beard, and brows had been burned away, so he looked even younger than usual. Acaila said, “We’ve tried mind probes, of the most cautious sort, and no one was able to reach him.” Calis stood. “We were counting on his holding back until the end.” Calin said, “I think he acted imprudently, but that is judging after the fact. At the time he took the risks, he thought the outcome worth it.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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