(eng) Pam Uphoff - Wine of The Gods 29 by God of The Sun

Author:God of The Sun [Sun, God of The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

A Leap of Faith

"Warric? Can you hear me? Warric?"

Warric jolted awake.

Marius was stepping carefully back, running feet and Trace was thumping down beside him, grinning, sticking out an elbow to block Trill.

"Don't kiss him, you've probably got enough burns already."

"Shut up Trace." Trill pulled a pair of oven mitts out of her pocket.

Warric laughed soundlessly. So tired he couldn't stand up. So happy he was crying.

Brekley's death had come so close to pulling him down with him . . . Good thing Trill broke my chain before Trace bashed him.

He'd managed the burst of energy to get this far, but now he felt done.

He leaned happily into the padded caress of his face and wished he could ask how badly he'd hurt her.

"Warric?"

Trill patting his face. He'd fallen over. How odd, he didn't remember doing that.

He moved carefully and gestured toward his mouth.

"You're hungry? Thirsty?" And Trill was gone.

Trace huffed out a breath. "He collapsed when I brained Brekley. I didn't think about them being linked."

"Yeah. And just energy expended . . . the light and heat must come from his own bodily resources, since he can't touch power."

Except what my master allowed, with brief suppressions of the Chain. So I could do his bidding. And I sort of learned how to suppress it myself, to work around it. It was probably stupid of me to try to help that woman . . . to show that I was still capable of at least a basic physical shield. But now I'm free again . . . so how long can I stay free? What plans have you made? Please tell me you have a plan, because I'm almost too tired to think.

Trill galloped back and he drank from the bottle she held out . . . apple juice. Pure heaven . . . and bread and meat. Then he struggled to his feet. Trace grabbed one of Trill's oven mitts and steered him over to lie on the lowered flap of the first wagon.

"Sleep, if that's what you need. We need to get further away, several gates away, before we can stop and do a bit of planning." Marius hovered worriedly, offering a blanket.

Warric took it. The less heat loss, the less energy that damnable spell sucked out of him.

He woke several times at the wrench of a gate passage. And finally to stillness, and the jingle of harnesses, the smell of trees and grass and water. He opened his eyes, afraid of dispelling the dream. A red orange sunset across a lake. The scratch of a striker and a flare of flames. A campfire. He sat up slowly. The dream, far from going away, stretched to Trace grooming horses. Marius with a bucket in either hand grinning at him as he headed for the lake. A clatter of china from the back of a boxy wagon.

Warric got up shakily, and staggered out to take a look around.

A long sandy beach, grassy up here where they'd parked, sloping up to a forest.

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