“We can! I can be fooled, even you can be fooled, but my Master’s a full Bard. No one’s going to fool him. Come on! Maybe we can actually beg a hot meal out of Berak—And he and the troupe might even have some valuable news to share!”
Lydia shrugged. “On your head be it, kid!”
For one brief, startling moment, Kevin could have sworn no time at all had passed since he’d first left Bracklin. There were the same gaudy red and blue wagons, the same cluster of brightly dressed men, women and children gathered around a communal campfire, and the bardling was overwhelmed by such a sudden surge of homesickness he nearly staggered. There was Berak, exuberant and arrogant as ever, pacing restlessly back and forth, as though he bore too much pent-up energy to be still.
He stopped short, staring at Kevin. “Ha! So there you are!”
“You ... were expecting me?”
“Oh, eventually! At least I was hoping you’d show up! You’ve been stirring up enough excitement in recent days for a dozen bardlings.” The sharp green eyes noted Naitachal—completely hidden in his by now tattered black cloak—and came to rest on Lydia. Berak swept down in a theatrical bow. “I had no idea you were traveling in the company of such a lovely lady.”
“Ha,” Lydia said, but to Kevin’s astonishment, she reddened slightly anyhow.
“Ah, but from the looks of the lot of you,” Berak continued without missing a beat, “you could use a good meal. Come, join us.”
But Naitachal never moved. “Kevin,” he said faintly, “Remember when I boasted I could keep up? I can’t. In fact,” the Dark Elf added, swaying slightly, “if I don’t sit down, right now, I think I may do something foolish. Like faint.”
Kevin and Lydia caught him just in time. In the next moment, they were surrounded by the minstrel troupe, helping hands reaching out. Berak wormed his way through the crowd and slipped a supporting arm around the Dark Elf
“Back off!” he shouted to the others. “Give the man room to breathe! You and you, drag that bench over here. Someone go get Seritha. And you ...”
Berak’s voice faltered for an instant as Naitachal’s hood slipped back, revealing his unmistakably Dark Elf features. But then the minstrel shrugged and shouted, “Seritha! Seritha, hurry!” He added to Naitachal, helping him to the bench, “She’s our Healer. Have you up and well in no time.”
To Kevin’s surprise, Seritha turned out to be the plump, motherly woman he’d first seen in buttercup yellow: hardly the sort, he thought, to harbor any sort of Power. But she laid bare the arrow gash with quiet skill. And as soon as she placed her hands on the wound, Kevin saw Power well up about her, encircle her in a pale blue cloud, brightening to dazzling blue-white where her hands touched Naitachal’s arm. The bardling thought he saw unhealthy flesh slough away under that touch, and felt his too-empty stomach lurch in protest. He hastily turned away, but after a time sheer curiosity made him look once more.
Seritha, looking worn but satisfied, was straightening—Naitachal, eyes wild with relief, was getting to his feet—and not a mark marred the smooth skin of his arm. At Seritha’s wave, a little boy brought them flagons of something that smelled sharply herbal and was presumably strength-restoring. Both Healer and Dark Elf drank thirstily then smiled at each other. Naitachal bowed.
“I am forever in your debt, lady.”
She beamed. “I’m hardly a lady. And I only did what any Healer should do.” Seritha made a shooing gesture with both hands. “Off with you now. Go reassure your friends.”
Naitachal grinned. “I hear and obey!”
As the Dark Elf approached, Kevin asked breathlessly, “How—how do you feel?”
“Healed. Absolutely, totally healed.”
“Now that’s truly amazing,” Lydia said. “I never thought an ordinary human could wield that type of Power.”
“No,” the Dark Elf murmured thoughtfully, “neither did I.” His glance locked with that of Berak. But then Naitachal shrugged. “So be it,” he said, so meaningfully Kevin could have sworn he’d meant to say, I’ll keep your secret.
What secret? What was going on between those two?
But then the wonderful aroma of roasting meat hit his nostrils, and Kevin forgot all about secrets for the moment
