WORDS FROM THE WELL 28

The priest turned away, and left the circle. ‘We would do better, prince, to look for food and water.’
‘You are right, my friend. Except – that I do not feel either hunger or thirst. Do you?’
Malden stared at him. ‘No. No. I do not.’ He raised a hand to his head, then pulled it back. ‘Raðenn – come and look at the wound on my head, please.’
Raðenn came to him, and peered closely at the top of the priest’s head. ‘I see no wound, Mal-Den. It is healed as if it had never been.’

sue bridgwater

IRANOR

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