His breathing was shallow, his heartbeat weak. Occasionally, he would open his eyes long enough to focus on Chihon for short periods of time. He seemed to recognize her.“He needs to eat to regain his strength,” Yerlow said as she entered the room with a small pot of rich beef broth and a cup of weak tea. She placed the tray on the table next to Chihon.“How’s he doing?” Yerlow asked.“He’s asleep most of the time.” Chihon brushed his hair back stroking it gently. She tilted Lorit’s head and carefully lifted the cup of broth to his lips. He took several sips without opening his eyes before she carefully lowered his head back to the pillow.“I’m worried,” Chihon said. “I can feel something wrapped about him. It feels like a web of thick ropes. I can feel it when I touch him.”“I know little of these things,” Yerlow said. “I’m just a seamstress, my husband is the wizard. Has he been able to explain any of this?”“Gareb is as baffled as I am. He can’t feel the web and doesn’t know what it might be.”“Have you asked the mighty ones?
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