She looked dreadful, her pale face gone gray, her chest barely rising and falling and spasms racking her every few minutes while she grimaced with pain. Dixie had gone to get Valant. They returned with two wheeled stretchers and lifted Vandra onto one. Daisy was able to get up onto the other by herself. “The poor dear,” Daisy said quietly, “she saved my life. I will not forget that.” Valant and Gabriel wheeled the stretchers quickly along the quiet corridors of Wilsons, then stopped in front of an ancient cage elevator. There was only room for the two of them and the stretchers. “I will take them to the apothecary,” Valant said. “You may visit the physick in the morning, not before. She needs rest and whatever assistance she can be given there.” Danny watched as the elevator clanked upward into the gloom. He didn’t say anything to the others, but he was determined to find the person who had hurt Daisy and put his friend in danger. They met Les coming across the lawn. “What happened?”
