"Jonathan you do not understand. She is important, even vital to the realm"
Numair knew that what he was saying was true, but he was not saying it for
the reason the king thought he was. Yes, she was vital to the realm, but
she was also vital to him. All his life, he had felt something missing,
whether he knew it or not. When he met Daine, that hole, that something
missing was filled. Now he knew what it was. Love.
"I realize that, but all of the best healers are with the seriously
wounded. And, Numair, you should be in bed. I think the shape-shift altered
your brain, using so much magic when you were almost dried up. There is no
way Ozorne sneaked into Tortall. Absolutely no way. We will get her seen to
by a healer as soon as possible. Which will be a day, at least." Jonathan
had his definite look on as he said this.
Even though Numair knew there was no use in arguing, he proceeded to do so
anyway. "Your majesty, I--She might DIE! " Numair was going into a rage.
Finally he looked the king straight in the eye, and stalked out, slamming
the door behind him.
*** Numair paced his chambers, thinking of the possible healers he could pay. The Lioness was definitely out; she was preparing for the almost definite war against Carthaki rebels. Duke Baird of Queenscove was also busy; several attacks had taken place along the coastline; he was helping the wounded there. Daine had been unconscious for nearly a day, from his bite. What was he supposed to do? Ozorne had snuck up on him from behind and attacked, and he had fallen on the ground, in the Sorcerer's Sleep for several hours until he was sure Ozorne was gone, thinking he was dead. Actually, he was far from it. When he had awoken, he summoned up his last bit of magic to transform into the easiest animal: the snake. He then slithered under a rock, and in several more hours, the rock was lifted; a huge blast of light had come from above, and he could barely make out the form of a hand. Thinking it was Ozorne, he struck. The hand picked him up and tugged; by the time he could see regularly, he was in his regular form and could see the fainted form of Daine. Now, even remembering the event stabbed him like a knife; knowing he had accidentally killed her was something he could not live with. Since the king would not take action, he would have to. Yes, he would have to learn healing magic.
*** Numair paced his chambers, thinking of the possible healers he could pay. The Lioness was definitely out; she was preparing for the almost definite war against Carthaki rebels. Duke Baird of Queenscove was also busy; several attacks had taken place along the coastline; he was helping the wounded there. Daine had been unconscious for nearly a day, from his bite. What was he supposed to do? Ozorne had snuck up on him from behind and attacked, and he had fallen on the ground, in the Sorcerer's Sleep for several hours until he was sure Ozorne was gone, thinking he was dead. Actually, he was far from it. When he had awoken, he summoned up his last bit of magic to transform into the easiest animal: the snake. He then slithered under a rock, and in several more hours, the rock was lifted; a huge blast of light had come from above, and he could barely make out the form of a hand. Thinking it was Ozorne, he struck. The hand picked him up and tugged; by the time he could see regularly, he was in his regular form and could see the fainted form of Daine. Now, even remembering the event stabbed him like a knife; knowing he had accidentally killed her was something he could not live with. Since the king would not take action, he would have to. Yes, he would have to learn healing magic.