He looked around, speechless, and saw that he was standing once more in the basement of the jailhouse in Lyos. Silwren stood in her cell, her face taut with worry—but not for him. El’rash’lin was lying on the cold stone floor, body shaking, his eyes blank and staring. Rowen knelt beside the fallen sorcerer, filled now with pity for the man whose memories he now shared. He felt for a pulse. “Silwren, help him.” Rowen reached for the keys to her cell and realized they were still upstairs. It did not matter. Silwren touched the locked door of her cell, and it swung open. Rowen blinked. Why didn’t she escape earlier? Silwren moved forward and sank to one knee beside her friend. She took his hand in hers. Her eyes closed. A violet glow enveloped her body. Moments later, El’rash’lin coughed and opened his eyes. He glanced up at Silwren, almost without comprehension. Then El’rash’lin faced Rowen. “Forgive me,”
