Dave Smeds - The Sorcery Within

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"Is it gone?" he whispered.

Lonal nodded. "The power of God proved more than it could defy. But it was a close thing." He filled in the man quickly, but did not elaborate. None of them cared to stay in the area any longer than necessary. The twins stood, shaky but on their own power. He ordered them onto the backs of two oeikani. They hung on to the Zyraii riders as if frightened of the height. Kulam glanced once at his dead animal and pursed his lips. Then he climbed behind one of his fellows.

"You will be compensated," Lonal told Kulam, and glared at the twins. "I know some people who will be glad to see that you receive two oeikani for your one."

IX

TWO NAKED BREASTS.

They were petite, but firm and well-proportioned, light pink nipples untouched by motherhood.

Keron blinked, not really sure that he had opened his eyes. The sensation of relief had awakened him. Lerina was leaning over him. One of her hands held an abalone shell between his legs, the other directed his penis toward the shell while his bladder emptied.

He tried to rise, but his body was a statue. Even the most insignificant muscle failed him.

"Relax," Lerina said.

He did. Vague memories told him this was not the first time she had tended him so. In fact, by now it seemed natural.

"You're really awake," she said, shaking him perfunctorily. She lifted the shell away.

"I think so," he murmured.

"Your fever broke a few hours ago."

"How long has it been?"

"Three days."

She rose and left momentarily to dump the urine. He glanced around. The cave had lost its uninhabited aspect. His mattress was a large blanket stretched across the smooth sand at the rear of the chamber, a gentle bed laid down by once-a-year extreme high tides. Along the tunnel to the outside, niches and natural stone shelves had been filled with small items such as blankets, flasks, and in one instance, a book. A basket of considerable size stood against a wall next to his clothing, his weapons and belt in a neat pile atop the garments. There was a depression in the sand next to him.

Lerina returned, a soothing, nude presence.

"Have you stayed with me the entire time?" he asked.

"I had to. It seems that some barbarian murdered people in Eruth, and my uncle forbade me to leave the house. I had to slip out in the night, and had I returned, I would have been closely watched. I managed to bring enough supplies for the time being."

"Your pardon. I've made trouble for you."

"It's nothing. Drink some water," she said, and handed him a flask.

He sipped. Some of his dizziness went away.

Lerina pointed to the wound on his side. "I almost gave up on you. But once the infection was defeated, you began healing so quickly I could see the changes over the course of hours."

He sensed the unspoken query. Poor Obo. The old man was probably half-dead. He was a greater mage than the king suspected.

"Come on," she said. "If you can walk, it's time to give you a bath. You stink."

Again he tried to rise but barely sat up. Lerina had to wrestle him to his feet. Securing herself under his uninjured shoulder, she walked him toward the cave mouth. The sand floor gave way to water-sculpted, convoluted folds of rock. Keron navigated the irregular surface cautiously, his feet relearning their function. Although Lerina grunted under the burden of his weight, Keron thought he would float away. The fever had purged him of all tension. He had never felt so insubstantial.

Under the blinding light of day, they labored to a tidepool. Clouds splattered the sky, decorations without promise of rain. They couldn't see the mainland from their location, but could feel its bulk. Keron stopped, calf-deep in the ocean, and stared to the south. He remained there for some time.

"What is it?" Lerina asked eventually. He had forgotten she was there.

"The sea."

Perhaps she understood. In any case, she asked nothing more until he returned to the here and now.

She had to help him to squat. He bellowed as the salt water struck his thigh, but she shoved him down and proceeded to wet and scrub vigorously at his undamaged areas. The stinging gave way to the luxury of being cleaned. His thick scabs softened and tugged less vindictively.

He lived.

He knew Obo was only part of the reason. He let Lerina work for a few moments, gathering his thoughts.

"I owe you my life."

The cake of soap was a coarse concoction common to the region, and she handled it enthusiastically. She paused only a moment. "That's not true," she said.

"I'm serious. The spell could only…"

"I know what I did. But it wasn't a job, so you don't owe me anything."

She lifted one of his legs as he balanced on a submerged rock, and began meticulously washing his toes. "As a matter of fact, I would have been less likely to help you if I'd felt I had to. I don't like having to do what people tell me to."

Keron had to smile. "Still, if you hadn't helped me, I would have ended up like my companions in Eruth. I won't forget."

The memory troubled him, but she didn't allow him to dwell on it. Her hands worked with the skill of a masseuse, seducing his body to relax. It hardly startled him when she became intimate with the soap, or that she did it with the platonic disregard of a nurse.

"I take it that your sympathies lie with the royalists," he added, "or I'd be in a cell manacled to my sickbed, if not dead."

"My sympathies are with Cilendrodel. I don't care to be on either side of your war."

He coughed up a small amount of phlegm. "Still, if it becomes known that you aided me, that will serve as a declaration in itself."

"Then best it not become known," she said demurely.

She gingerly rubbed at the edges of the stitches on his thigh, more of an examination than a cleansing. "It's amazing. This was obviously infected yesterday." As she rinsed the soap off his waist, she added, "Do you always wear a belt under your pants?"

He clutched his hips suddenly, then reddened as he recalled seeing the belt in the cave. "I'm sorry. It feels odd to be without it."

"It seemed valuable."

"It is. A family heirloom. I try to keep it out of common sight. When did you take it off?"

"Yesterday. It seemed so cold, and you were shivering."

"Thank you."

She hurried through the rest of the cleaning, and helped him back to the beach. Then she soaped herself down in the shallows and waded out to dunk. She vanished, leaving swirls of foam, which she obliterated as she burst back up through them, spouting like a dolphin. She joined a swell as it gathered and died against the beach and walked the last short distance to him with rivulets dripping from her breasts, chin, elbows, and fingers.

It made him hungry to watch her.

"Let's eat," she said, as if reading his mind, and headed for the cave. She brought out the entire food basket.

Food, Keron thought. Yes, he remembered what that was.

She cut up a mosh, a staple of the Cilendri forest. Full of fluid and soft enough to chew with gums alone, it struck Keron's strained system lightly, a satisfactory choice for the transition between water and solid food. Lerina sliced each piece only the width of her small finger, almost so thin that the flesh folded over itself, and fed them to him one by one. It took a considerable amount of time to consume the single fruit.

"Enjoy it. It's the last of the fresh stuff," she warned.

"Am I complaining?" He smiled.

Twice she left her finger near his lips even after he had taken the slices.

Cold porridge followed the mosh, which they ate silently, enjoying the sun. As it grew warmer, they moved into the cave again, Keron preferring to crawl on his own power for the exercise. Walking made his head resent being up so high.

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