To the High Redoubt
“In his attempt to keep from falling, he let go of the halberd. “Surata!” he shouted, trying to reach her, to catch her before he, too, dropped off the side of the bed. The blankets were wrapped around his ankles, and he was still panting and flushed. “God and Saint Michael!”
Surata extricated herself from the tangle of the sheets and reached out for his hand. “Arkady-immai. Are you…?”
His fingers closed on hers. “I am well, Surata,” he said in a shaken voice.
“Your legs…arms?” There was greater concern in her question. She tried to touch him.
“Insect bites,” he admitted shakily. “They sting,” he added when he scratched at them.
“Don’t. You’ll give more blood, and it is like a scent for dogs to follow. If you can, avoid touching them. The Bundhi already has some part of you. Don’t let him have blood as well, or we will never be able to escape detection.” She held on to his hands tightly.
Arkady felt a tingle where the bites had been, and then a mild numbness took away the irritation.
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