Benelaius and Lindavar were standing outside worriedly, since Jenkus had arrived home alone, and they both hailed us as we came riding up. “Kendra saved my life,” I said as I climbed off her horse. “A hydra attacked me and Jenkus threw a shoe. But Kendra killed the monster.” “With a slight wound to myself, I fear,” she said. “Jasper told me you were skilled in the healing arts.” She tried to swing her wounded leg over the saddle but could not, and clung to her horse’s neck. The three of us came to her rescue immediately, lifting her off her steed and onto the ground, where she leaned heavily on Lindavar and held her left leg aloft. “That looks quite nasty, my dear,” Benelaius said. “But I have no doubt that we can soon set you right.” We helped her inside and onto a large, comfortable chaise before the fire. Benelaius chattered all the while. “A hydra, you say? A common hydra, I suppose. The cryohydra is unknown here, and the pyrohydra is quite rare. Since you are not singed, I assume it was a common multi-headed variety.
