The background was a hazy smear of rock and moss and close-growing pine in weak, early morning light. “I’m Flian,” I croaked. “Yes.” A deep voice betrayed mild surprise. “You’re Markham. I didn’t lose my memory this time.” I wriggled my legs. “And I don’t hurt—” I heard a soft laugh. “You landed in mud.” Gasp, when I wriggled my arms. “Shoulder. Pain. Pain hurts!” “That was Garian Herlester’s knife, not your fall from the mount.” Fire licked along my shoulder and arm and across my chest. “Uhn,” I said, remembering what had happened. The intelligent remark caused a narrowing of the dark eyes. I struggled, found the words, forced them out despite the pain that each breath brought. “We have to. Get to. Jason. Warn him.” “Warn him?” “Garian. Lied to my brother. To provoke. Attack from—home.” “An attack from Lygiera?” I tried to get up.
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