Peter Brett - The Daylight War

Leesha could not spare her even a glance, her fingers slick with blood as she tried to stem a bleeding artery. ‘I’m a little busy at the moment, Wonda. What’s happened?’

‘You need to come now,’ Wonda said. The urgency in her tone made Leesha glance up at last. Wonda’s face was pale with fear. ‘Deliverer’s down.’

Everyone looked up at that. ‘Impossible!’ a woman shouted as others began to wail.

Leesha looked back at the open wound, her work far from complete. ‘I can’t just …’ she began, but then Amanvah laid a hand over hers.

‘Go,’ the dama’ting said. ‘I will take care of this.’

Leesha looked at her. ‘Are you-’

‘I have been treating injured Sharum since I was seven years old, mistress,’ Amanvah cut her off. ‘Go.’

Leesha nodded, grabbing a cloth to wipe her hands before lifting her skirts to run after Wonda.

‘Tell me what you know,’ she said as they went.

‘Folk say he appeared in the sky,’ Wonda said, ‘hurling fire and lightning like the Creator himself to cover the retreat. But then the greatward dimmed, and he fell.’ She choked on the last words, and wiped at her face with an arm. Leesha had never seen the giant young woman cry, and the sight did more to bring home the severity of what had happened than anything she could have said. She picked up her pace, arriving breathless at the crowd that had gathered.

‘Move aside for Mistress Leesha!’ Wonda shouted, but she didn’t wait for them to comply, grabbing people and shoving them aside to clear the path.

In the centre of the ring, Renna knelt by Arlen’s twisted body, lying still on the cobbles. Blood was pooling around his head. Gared and several Cutters stood by keeping the onlookers back, and they quickly opened a way to admit Leesha.

‘Don’t you die on me, Arlen Bales!’ Renna shouted at him, clutching one of his hands, but Arlen gave no response.

‘He’s alive,’ Leesha said as she found his pulse, weak and erratic. His skull was bashed in where it had struck the cobbles, and Leesha could feel the fractures spiderwebbing out from the spot. Jagged bones jutted from his skin. He had a broken shoulder and collar, shattered ribs, pelvis …

But the bleeding had stopped. ‘Night,’ Leesha breathed. ‘He’s healing already.’

Renna looked at her. ‘Ent that a good thing?’

‘Not if he heals all twisted,’ Leesha said. ‘We need to get him on an operating table. Gared! Can you lift him? Carefully!’

Gared moved to comply, but Renna effortlessly shoved him aside, lifting Arlen as tenderly as a babe in swaddling. ‘Everything’s gonna be sunny,’ she promised as tears streamed down her face.

For the next hour, Leesha, Darsy, and Renna pulled, twisted, and splinted Arlen back into his proper shape. Twice, Darsy had to rebreak bones that had healed incorrectly. Through it all, Arlen remained unconscious, which would have been for the best, if not for the head trauma.

Gared stuck his head in when the sun finally crested the sky. ‘He gonna be all right?’

Leesha wiped the sweat from her brow and shrugged. ‘We’ve done all we can. He’s alive and healing fast, we’ll just have to wait till he wakes up on his own.’

But who will we find when he does? she wondered silently. His skull had been cracked like an egg, and though the fractures had melted away before her eyes, there was no telling if the fall had done damage even magic could not heal.

A Gatherer needs to know how to deliver hard news , Bruna had taught, but she also needs to know when. Telling the others, even Renna, that Arlen might have permanent brain damage would set a panic through the Hollow that they couldn’t afford.

Gared nodded and left. Thamos came in soon after. He was spattered with ichor, his thick hair matted with sweat and the enamel shattered in more than one part of his armour, but he seemed hale enough. Leesha felt a slight relief at that, holding on to that good news as she asked for the bad.

‘How many dead?’ she asked.

Thamos shook his head. ‘Hundreds confirmed already, but there are over a thousand unaccounted for. We’re only just starting to gather the remains of bodies left out in the night and take stock of those here in the hospit. I thought Captain Gamon dead until I saw him here in plaster.’

Leesha nodded. ‘He was knocked from his seat, but his armour caught on the saddle, and his horse dragged him all the way back to the greatward. His hip is broken, and he has a concussion.’

‘Will he walk again?’ Thamos asked.

Leesha shrugged. ‘If I have anything to say he will, but we haven’t been doing our best work, Highness. Keeping folk alive has been the priority.’ She made no mention of the demon bones she had depleted to save Gamon’s life. She cared deeply for the count, and believed he had his people’s best interests at heart, but the knowledge that she could heal with magic wasn’t something she was ready to share just yet. Of those working in the makeshift hospit, only she and Amanvah knew the art. There wasn’t nearly enough hora to save everyone, and she had no idea how some might take to the idea of being healed with coreling magic.

Thamos moved close to her, putting his strong hands on her shoulders to squeeze. For a moment she let herself lean on him, suddenly realizing how very tired she was.

‘You should rest,’ Thamos said.

Leesha shook herself, pulling away from his tempting embrace. ‘There are people who need my help, Highness. If you think I’m going to let them wait so I can sit and rub my feet, you don’t know me at all. Please go and leave me to my work.’

But the count stood his ground. ‘We have men scouting the demon wards and mapping their stockpiles of ammunition, but we’re going to need flamework to destroy them before the sun sets and it begins again.’

Leesha nodded. ‘Tell Darsy Cutter what you need, and she’ll see it done, but consult the Warders on where to place it. There’s a limit to the flamework, and we can’t afford to waste a single thunderstick.’

The count nodded. She turned to go back to her patients, but he caught her arm. When she looked at him, he pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

‘Out in the night, I feared I would never get to do that again,’ he whispered.

Leesha smiled. ‘Take two, then.’

Renna stayed by Arlen’s side through the night and into the next day, waiting for him to stir. His wounds had closed, but there was no sign that he was coming around.

Don’t you leave me, Arlen Bales , she thought. Can’t do this without you.

She managed a few hours of sleep after sunrise, curled protectively at Arlen’s side. She woke with a start to the sound of an explosion in the distance. She was on her feet instantly, ready to fight, but there was still sunlight streaming in through the tent flap of the healing pavilion. She glanced down at Arlen, but he hadn’t moved at all.

‘The count’s men are marring the greatwards and destroying stockpiles,’ Leesha said, catching Renna’s eye for a moment before resuming her rounds, checking on the most seriously wounded patients and giving instructions to other Gatherers.

She smelled of exhaustion, but you wouldn’t see it looking at her. Renna, still flush with power from the night’s fighting, felt strong and alert. Leesha had no such advantage, but still she worked. At the far side of the tent, Amanvah and Sikvah ministered as tirelessly to the injured Sharum .

And what have I done? Slept. Renna looked down at Arlen, running a hand down his cheek. ‘Keep restin’, love.’ She kissed him. ‘I’ll make sure you still have a place to wake up to.’