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"Hmmm, I wouldn't want to do that every day, but I think he's going to be all
right now. You can let him come to. The drug should be just about out of his
system. After a good night's normal sleep, he ought to be fine."
"With a bit of a headache, I should imagine," Evaine replied, easing out of
the controls she had been maintaining. "Can he have some wine?"
"Certainly. He's going to want something to eat, too. He needs energy, after
what he's been through."
With a final glance at her charge, Evaine went to the door and ordered food
and drink to be brought, for the previous wine had been a victim of Gregory's
crockery-smashing. By the time Gregory's pale eyes were flickering open, she
had managed to get a servant to clean up the mess and was ready at his head
with a cup of warm milk laced with spirits stronger than wine. Raising him with
an arm under his shoulders and head, Evaine put the cup to his lips and let
him drink; she and Rhys watched with approval as his look of bewilderment
diminished and he appeared to reorient to his surroundings.
"Rhys," the earl murmured, focusing first on the Healer's red hair, then on
his face. He blinked several times, trying to put things into perspective. "What
are youтАФhow did I get here? I was riding thatтАФoh...."
"That's right." Rhys nodded. "You're starting to remember. You got thrown
and kicked, and you're lucky to be alive. Your son sent to the king for a Healer,
and the king sent me to put you back together." He smiled reassuringly. "I
must say, you didn't seem very eager to have me work on you, though. You
were throwing things around the room and making a terrible scene."
 "You mean, I fought you?" Shock and embarrassment flashed across the
earl's narrow face. "I used my powers? Rhys, I am sorry. IтАФ"
He froze for just an instant, a look of increasing consternation growing in his
eyes as he turned his mind inwardтАФa look which quickly changed to one of
incredulity and fear.
"Rhys? I can't sense you, Rhys!" Like a drowning man, he reached out
blindly and grasped the Healer's arm. "What's happened? What have you done
to me?" His other hand went to his temple in alarm.
"Rhys, I can't See you with my mind!"
"What!"
In an instant reflex, Rhys sent his mind out in quest, almost recoiling in
horror and surprise as he realized that the other's mind was totally open to
him. Gone were the customary Deryni shields which should have been
reestablished with Gregory's return to consciousness, gone all evidences of
power which were the trademark of a skilled and powerful Deryni like the Earl
of Ebor. Suddenly, he was in Gregory's mind, able to find no vestige of the
tremendous strength and ability, against which he had been struggling not a
quarter hour earlier!
He could feel Evaine's concern mingling with his own shocked disbelief as
she slipped into rapport with him, sounding out the emptiness, the lack of
resistance, as if Gregory of Ebor were a human of the most unsophisticated
background. What could have happened?
Shaking his head a little to clear it, be slipped his hands to either side of
Gregory's head and pressed him back gently onto the pillow, splayed fingers
cradling the back of Gregory's skull as the thumbs rested on the damp temples,
mind deepening the link. The earl did not resist, staring up at him with
frightened, accusing eyes which held no awareness of the Healer's mental