At first I was too weak to stand and spent several days in bed being waited on by Jarrod and Eisa, the mute servant. Occasionally the Praetor’s healer looked in to check my recovery, but Praetor Tarius himself did not return. My thoughts were in no better condition than my body. I was confused a great deal and faded in and out of sleep, dreaming vividly. Sometimes it was hard to tell where the dreams ended and reality began. Once, after a nightmare about a Skeltai attack on the castle, I awoke drenched in sweat, heart pounding. Shakily, I crawled out of my blankets and fell onto the cold floor, where I dug around under my bed until I found my bow, still concealed in its hiding place. The moment my hands closed around the lightwood, the weapon glowed softly to life. It's presence was reassuring, and I felt regret when I had to return it to its place. Another time, I awoke in the night to find the candle near my bed had burnt down to a nub.
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