Chapter Thirty-Two
“Orro!” I shouted and rushed over to him. I held his wrist to check his pulse and let out a breath when I felt it. Quickly, I checked Leera. It was the same. “Thank the Gods.”
“They're alive?” Falken crouched beside me as his knights formed a wall around us.
“Yes, the sorcerers hit them with stasis spells too.” I dug in my satchel for the elixir and just as I had done with Falken, I drew a drop onto my finger, opened Orro's mouth, and rubbed it on his tongue.
Orro stirred as I withdrew another drop and rubbed it on Leera's tongue. The dog twitched as I capped the bottle.
“What is that?” Falken straightened.
“It's called rexen.” I stroked Leera's head as her master groaned. “It breaks most spells. The complicated ones elude it, but stasis is a minor enchantment.”
Orro sat up. “What the fuck was that?”
“Hey, girl. You're all right.” I helped Leera up.
“Leera!” Orro pulled her into his lap, tears filling his eyes.
“She's all right.” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “It was just a stasis spell. They hit you both.”
“Who did?” He struggled to his feet, still holding his dog. “I'll fucking kill them!”
“Most of them are already dead.” I motioned at the line of sorcerers being brought up the stairs by the horns. “The rest are going to prison.”
“Motherfuckers!” he shouted at them. “You cowards! Can't even face a man directly. And to down a dog? You're pathetic!”
The sorcerers ignored him as the knights took them to wait by the street for the talon wagon.
I chuckled. “Yes, you're going to be just . . . fine.” I wavered on my feet.
“Sevarin!” Falken caught me and lifted me into his arms.
I turned my arms over to see putrid yellow stains covering the bandages. “Oh, dear.” The scent of rot—that of the flesh, not silver—followed me into my faint.
The last thing I saw was the Dragon King's frantic face.