This is a peculiar feeling , he thought, as he watched his blood pool around his sprawled body. He heard a voice screaming his name.
Seijon reached him first. The boy fell to his knees, crying hysterically. Next came Magnes. The look of horror on his friend’s face shook him. The drumbeat of hooves upon the sand heralded the arrival of Aruk-cho. The akuta pushed his way in, forcing both Magnes and Seijon to scramble back to avoid getting trampled. Without a word, the yardmaster leaned down and scooped Ashinji’s body into his arms and backed out of the confines of the shed.
“Take him to the infirmary!” Magnes shouted.
“Wait!” Gran cried out, rushing up and laying a hand on his forehead. She closed her eyes.
He felt like a giant hand had reached out to seize him, and now yanked him back toward the cold, bloodstained bag of flesh his body had become. He resisted at first, not wishing to be thrust back where there would be so much pain, but the memory of Jelena’s gentle kisses persuaded him.
He slammed back into his body and awoke, screaming.
Chapter 34
Race Against Death
Ashinji wailed, then lapsed into semi-consciousness. Gran staggered back, her face the color of milk.
“Quickly now, Aruk-cho! We’ve got no time to waste!” Magnes shouted. “Seijon, run and fetch Mistress de Guera!”
He raced off, the akuta trotting along at his side, Gran trailing a few steps behind. When they reached the infirmary, Aruk-cho gently laid Ashinji face down on a padded table at the back of the room. Wielding a small, sharp knife, Magnes carefully cut away Ashinji’s tunic to reveal two stab wounds-one a long, shallow cut across his ribcage, and another wound in his lower back. The second injury was by far the more serious-a deep, ragged hole that oozed blood in sluggish gouts.
“I need something…a cloth or rag, to put pressure on this!” Magnes called out.
“Take this, healer.” Aruk-cho thrust a wadded piece of linen into his outstretched hand, which he then pressed over the wound. Ashinji flinched and groaned. His eyes fluttered open and, for a few heartbeats, he gazed directly at Magnes, as if begging for release. Then, with a sigh, his lids drooped and he fell into a swoon.
Gods…Ashi!
A rush of powerful emotion-confusing, unsettling feelings he’d thought conquered and safely buried-surged through Magnes then, taking him completely by surprise. The sight of his friend’s beautiful green eyes awash in tears of suffering filled him with agony of an entirely different kind.
Ashi! You can’t die… I don’t know what I’d do!
“He’s in here, Mistress!”
Magnes looked up to see Seijon rushing into the infirmary, followed closely by Mistress de Guera. She pushed past Aruk-cho to gaze down at Ashinji lying on the table. “How bad is he?” she asked, her voice clipped and business-like, but her eyes betrayed her genuine feelings.
“Very bad, Mistress,” Magnes replied. Wrestling his own fear into temporary submission, he added, “He’s sustained a deep stab wound. I’m trying to slow the bleeding so I can assess what needs to be done to repair it.”
“Gods,” Mistress de Guera whispered. She turned to Aruk-cho. “I want the man who did this. Find him!” she snapped.
“I know who hurt Ashi,” Seijon spoke up, his face puffy and red from crying.
“Who did this, boy?” Aruk-cho rumbled.
“That asshole Leal! I saw him attack Ashi. I ran to get help, but I was too late!” His face crumpled and he began sobbing once more.
Magnes caught the look that passed between Aruk-cho and his mistress.
“I’ll return as soon as I can,” the akuta promised, then he and Mistress de Guera departed. Magnes turned his attention back to the problem at hand.
How will I save the life of my friend?
“Gran, I know you have abilities…Talent, as your people call it…that are especially powerful,” Magnes said. “You used it just now to bring Ashinji back from the dead, didn’t you?”
Gran had never looked truly old to him until now. “No. I didn’t bring Ashi back from the dead,” she replied. “Not even I am that powerful!” She shook her head. “His spirit had floated free of his body, yes, but the cord that binds the spirit to flesh had not yet broken. All I did was pull his spirit back into his body.”
Gran held out another wad of linen to replace the blood-soaked one Magnes had pressed to Ashinji’s wound. He applied the fresh compress and tossed the used one to the floor.
Thank the gods the bleeding seems to be slowing!
After maintaining the pressure for a while longer, Magnes peeled back the compress and closely examined the two wounds. A plan formulated itself in his mind.
I’ll stitch up the shallow cut completely, but the deep wound will need to drain. I’ll close only the top part and leave a small opening at the bottom for fluids to escape.
“I need Fadili, my assistant,” Magnes said, looking across the room at Seijon, who sat by the door, sniffling and wiping his eyes. The boy scrambled to his feet, nodded, and darted from the room.
Gran laid her hand on Ashinji’s forehead, inhaled sharply, and shot Magnes a grim look. “He is very close to death, Tilo. Almost too close to pull back. I can hold him in his body, but I don’t know for how long.”
Magnes gazed into the face of his friend. Pale and still, it looked more like a death mask than the face of a living man, yet it had lost none of its beauty. A bright smear of blood stained Ashinji’s cheek, standing out in sharp contrast like a rose on marble. Magnes’ heart twisted painfully in his chest as he once again fought to master his strange and unruly emotions. He leaned over and whispered in Ashinji’s ear.
“Ashi, if you can hear me, listen carefully. I won’t let you die. I’m going to sew you up and then you will live. Jelena and your child need you. Focus on them!”
“He can hear you,” Gran said. “Your words are helping!”
“I am here, Brother!” Fadili rushed into the infirmary, carrying the satchel Magnes used to transport all his equipment and medicines.
Seijon flew in a heartbeat later, hard on Fadili’s heels. “Aruk-cho found Leal hiding in the latrines! ” the boy gasped, breathless from running. “He tried to lie… said he didn’t do anything, but there was blood all over his clothes. Aruk-cho threw him in the hole.” He looked at Magnes, eyes pleading.
Magnes didn’t have the heart to tell the boy, who so obviously loved Ashinji, that death could still claim their friend, despite all of Magnes’ skills as a healer. Magnes himself didn’t want to face that grim reality, but he had no choice.
Fadili and Magnes had worked together for many months now, and the young Eskleipan apprentice knew exactly what Magnes would need for any given task. Quickly, they fell into the rhythm of experienced partners.
While Magnes laid out all of the tools he would need, Fadili filled a copper basin with water and set it in the fireplace to heat. Next, he and Magnes stripped the remnants of their patient’s blood-soaked tunic away. Gran remained at Ashinji’s head, perched on a stool, her hands resting on his hair. She sat with eyes shut, unmoving, as if in a trance.
Fadili went to the hearth and fetched the basin of warmed water. Using clean strips of linen, he washed away most of the sticky gore clinging to Ashinji’s skin. Magnes then studied the ragged margins of both wounds. The deep gash still oozed fresh blood, but far more slowly than before.
Got to close the big one first , he thought. Fadili had rinsed the basin and refilled it, then returned it to the fire to heat up once more. He now stood at Magnes’ elbow, a small stoneware jar in one hand and another water-filled copper basin in the other.
The Eskleipans were considered medical eccentrics by the major Soldaran healing orders, snickered at by some, scorned outright as dangerous rogues by others. During his time with them, Magnes had discovered that they practiced medicine more like what he had seen in Kerala among the elves. They revered cleanliness in all things; Magnes had learned that lesson very quickly under the demanding tutel
age of Brother Wambo.
He held out his hands and Fadili poured a dollop of sharp-smelling liquid soap into his palms. The Eskleipans always washed with this special soap before performing any procedure. Leke Ndomo himself had formulated it many years ago; lately, Magnes had further refined the recipe. The simple act of hand washing saved many a life that would have otherwise been lost to wound rot. Why this was so, no one had yet figured out, but it worked.
After a thorough rubbing, Magnes rinsed the soap from his hands and dried them on a clean towel. Next, Fadili did a second washing around Ashinji’s wounds with the medicinal soap, then rinsed the entire area clean with fresh water.
“Now, we’re ready to begin,” Magnes said. Fadili nodded in silent reply.
Magnes hadn’t started out performing surgery. His interest lay in medicinal herbology, but spending a day observing the order’s chirurgeon, Brother Jouma, at work, had sparked an interest in broadening his studies. Now, he and Fadili performed all of the surgeries at the yards where the order held contracts.
Magnes had seen and treated many wounds during his time at the yards, both minor and horrific, but his stomach had yet to rebel and his hands had always remained steady. This time, though, proved different.
This man is my friend…my kinsman…
And…I…
No. I can’t feel that. Mustn’t let that out.
He drew in a deep breath to steady himself, and swallowed the bile burning the back of his throat.
Concentrate on the task. Only the wound matters .
Throughout the initial prep, Ashinji had remained motionless, but as Magnes probed the major wound, he began to stir.
“Gran, keep him still if you can,” Magnes said as he inserted his index finger into the gash to ascertain its depth. Ashinji moaned and Gran muttered under her breath, as if in prayer.
“Look’s pretty deep, Tilo,” Fadili commented. “You’ll want to do a two layer closure, I expect?”
“Very good, Fadili. Yes, both the inner layer of muscle and the outer must be sutured in order to minimize the risk of the wound opening up later… I’ll need to put in a strip of linen to serve as a drain. I’m very worried, though. The blade passed through into the body cavity. It may have nicked an organ.” Magnes withdrew his finger.
“This elf is your friend.” Fadili made it a statement, not a question.
“Yes…” Magnes’ voice caught for a moment. He cleared his throat. “It seems like an entire lifetime ago that we met. He is married to my cousin.”
“I am very sorry, Brother.”
Fadili’s simple declaration of sympathy deeply touched Magnes. He nodded in acknowledgement. “I’m ready to start,” he replied.
Magnes lost all sense of time as he immersed himself in the task of repairing Ashinji’s torn body. His mind remained intensely focused and only peripherally aware of the other people in the room besides Fadili. Someone held a lamp aloft over the table to provide illumination. Voices buzzed softly over his shoulder.
From far away, a man screamed in rage and defiance.
With a deft twist of his fingers, Magnes tied off the last stitch and laid his needle aside. He exhaled noisily.
It’s done.
He raised his arms above his head to stretch out his aching back, then slowly looked around.
The boy Seijon stood on a stool to his left, lantern in hand. Gran sat rigid as a stone effigy, both hands clutching Ashinji’s head as if she alone prevented it from flying off his shoulders. Her eyes stared straight ahead, fixed and glassy. The scrape of a hoof upon stone alerted Magnes to the presence of Aruk-cho, just inside the doorway.
“Gran!” Magnes whispered. “Wake up!” He clicked his bloody fingers before her eyes. She sighed and, like a diver surfacing from deep water, emerged from her trance.
A shudder racked her thin frame. “Ai, Goddess!” she murmured. Her fingers relaxed and began stroking Ashinji’s hair.
“Does he still live?” Aruk-cho called out from the doorway.
“Yes, he lives, but it was a very close thing,” Gran rasped in reply. “I’ve never fought so hard to keep a soul from crossing over… He’s still very much in danger; the cord that binds him to his body is almost completely severed. It could snap at any time.”
Without warning, she slumped sideways and would have fallen to the floor had not Fadili lunged to catch her. Gently, the young Eskleipan lifted her up and held onto her until she could sit unaided.
Magnes understood how she felt. He, too, was weary to the point of collapse. “Let’s get him cleaned up and bandaged, Fadili. Seijon, stay where you are awhile longer. I still need the light. Yardmaster, I’m sure the mistress is impatient for news, if you don’t mind.”
“The mistress is…occupied at the moment,” Aruk-cho replied cryptically. “When she is finished with her task, I am certain she will come to the infirmary herself.”
Magnes recalled hearing a man scream. He shuddered, then banished the thought from his mind.
He and Fadili worked quickly to wash, pad, and then bind the freshly sutured wounds. Finally, they laid Ashinji on his uninjured side atop a clean, moss-stuffed mattress and covered him up to his chin with several layers of blankets.
“I’ve done what I can. The rest is up to you and your One Goddess,” Magnes said. His eyes met Gran’s. “I’ll stay the night, of course. Fadili can return to the temple… let them know where I am.”
“I’m staying too,” Seijon piped up.
“As will I,” Gran added.
“Are you certain, Gran?” Magnes asked. “You look completely exhausted.”
“No more than do you, young man! I will stay, and there’ll be no arguments.”
Aruk-cho cleared his throat. “I will take my leave, then. I shall return in the morning. Many thanks to you, Brother.”
“Aruk-cho, wait. I need to speak to you,” Gran called out. “It’s vital that you listen now to what I’m about to say.” She stood up, and some of her weariness seemed to fall away.
The akuta carefully maneuvered his bulk further into the room until he stood before Gran, dwarfing her slender frame beside his massive one.
“I am listening, Grandmother,” he rumbled.
“You and I have been here a long time, have we not?” she began. The akuta inclined his head in reply. “We both made a conscious decision to stay, though we are free to leave whenever we wish. I have always kept my reasons for remaining to myself. I can remain no longer. I must return to my homeland.”
She wavered on her feet and Magnes jumped to catch her as she sagged.
“Gran, please sit down! You’re about to collapse!” he scolded.
Seijon brought a stool over, and Magnes helped the old woman to sit. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she continued. “Something terrible is happening in the north, and I don’t mean the coming war between my people and the Empire. I felt it stirring several years ago… an ancient and terrible evil that has for centuries been kept imprisoned by members of my order. That evil has grown stronger with each passing year.”
“Before, I chose to ignore it. After all, I was no longer a part of the world of high magic. I gave up the practice of sorcery when I went into exile. But when Ashinji arrived, and I learned who he was-no, when I learned who his wife was, I realized that I could no longer remain out of the fight. My skills and strength will be needed by my colleagues, for only by combining all of our power will we have any hope of defeating what is coming.”
“Gran, you told me long ago that you had been a sorceress and that you had given up your powers. The mistress will not stop you from returning home to take them up again if you must, but what part in all of this does Ashinji play?”
“Ashinji’s wife is the key to everything…quite literally. She is an innocent, chosen before her birth by members of my order to be the bearer of a powerful magic. She has no idea what she harbors…no idea at all. But she must be protected at all costs from that which is coming. If the Key inside h
er is freed prematurely and falls into the wrong hands, it will mean the end of the material world as we know it… for humans, elves, for every living thing.”
“I still do not understand, Grandmother.”
“Ashinji must return with me to Alasiri; that is, if he lives. He has a vital role to play in the securing of the Key. It is his wife, after all, who harbors the magic. Aruk-cho, I am asking for your help. Your people and mine have been allies in the past. If… when Ashinji is well enough, help us to leave this place.”
“You are asking me to abet an escape. Ashinji is legally a slave. I am the yardmaster here. The mistress trusts and relies on me.” Aruk-cho’s liquid black eyes slid from Gran’s face to stare at Ashinji lying in his bed, silent and still. The atmosphere grew tense and heavy. Magnes studied the craggy lines of Aruk-cho’s face, searching in vain for some clue as to what the akuta’s thoughts were, but as usual, he had no luck. Aruk-cho remained a master of inscrutability.
“Aruk-cho,” Gran continued, “I’m not asking you to aid us directly. You are an honorable man. I know where your first loyalty must lie. But Ashinji has to return home with me.” She paused, then added, “I have some money saved. It’s not enough to purchase Ashi’s freedom, but I will gladly give it all to Mistress de Guera as partial compensation when we leave.”
“I have some money also,” Magnes interjected. “If it’ll help buy my friend’s way out of here, then I’ll happily give it up.”
Aruk-cho stood like a black granite mountain, large and motionless, except for the back and forth swing of his tail. At last, he spoke. “The mistress values Ashinji highly, and not just because of his skills as a fighter. She would not wish to lose him. And yet… Gran, I have always known you are a woman of great power and knowledge, power that you keep carefully hidden. If you say there is an evil force that threatens our world, and Ashinji is needed to help defeat it, then I believe you. I will aid you however I can and hope the mistress will forgive me.”
“I swear to you, Aruk-cho. When the time comes, I will protect you,” Gran promised. “Thank you.”
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