The Empty Throne (The Warrior Chronicles, Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
I gasped, staggered against the ship’s bows, and saw Finan moving to snatch at Eadith’s arm, but she had already pulled the sword back. Now she was staring at my wound with a look of horror. And as the blade left me so the stench came. A foul stench, and I felt liquid pouring from my rib. ‘It’s the evil,’ Eadith said, ‘coming out of him.’ Finan was holding her arm, but staring at me. ‘Christ,’ he murmured. I had bent forward when she stabbed me and saw a mixture of blood and pus pulsing from the new wound, so much blood and pus. It was bubbling, swelling, trickling away, and as I watched the filth erupt so the pain subsided. I looked up at Eadith in disbelief because the pain was flowing out of me, it was vanishing. ‘We need honey and cobwebs,’ she said. She frowned at the sword as if she did not know what to do with it. ‘Berg,’ I said, ‘take the sword.’ ‘Her sword, lord?’ ‘You need a sword and that’s a good one, I’m told.’ I straightened up and no pain came, so I bent down again and still there was no pain.
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