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touch. He was helpless, vulnerable.
Closing his eyes against the sight, Rhys reached out his mind and exerted
gentle but firm pressure, easing his patient back into merciful unconsciousness
while he continued to probe and explore. He had never heard of such a thing!
Deryni did not lose their powers. Had he truly done this?
What happened, do you know? came Evaine's clear thought, cutting through
his bewilderment and dismay.
It must have been something I did in Healing his head injury, while I was
very, very deep, he responded, only part of him paying attention to her query.
Stay with me, love. I have to find it again. It has to be about тАФthere!
As he ended the communication, he forced himself to slip deep, deeper,
exploring all the possible avenues he might have touched in some
unaccustomed way. For a long time his trance was so profound that even Evaine
could not follow, so deep that all she dared do was watch and monitor, making
sure that his body remembered to breathe, his heart to keep up its slow,
controlled, regular beat.
 He was so deep that even he was not consciously aware when he had found
the right spotтАФknew only that he had found it and set things right. One last
scan to make certain that everything was, indeed, restored, and then he was
taking a deep breath and coming to the surface again, looking tired and still a
little puzzled, but satisfied. His hands shook a little as they slipped from
Gregory's head to his own, and he allowed himself the utter luxury of sinking
bonelessly to the floor beside the bed, leaning his head against the edge of the
mattress as he took another deep breath and then yet another.
Evaine darted around from the other side to take one of his hands in hers
and search his eyes anxiously, her other hand caressing his cheek.
"Rhys, are you all right?" she demanded, relaxing a little as her senses
confirmed what his nod declared. "Where were you? I've never seen you go so
deep."
Wearily Rhys shrugged and smiled, drawing his wife into the circle of his
arm. "Me neither. That's probably one of the oddest things I've ever
experienced. I still don't know how I did it, either. It's going to take some
digging to bring it to the surface." He paused, then continued thoughtfully.
"You know, this is something your father should see. I wonder if he'd come
here, if we sent a message."
"Can't it wait until the next council meeting?" Evaine asked. "He isn't going
to want to leave Cinhil alone, even for the few hours it will take."
"Cinhil will be all right for a few hours," Rhys replied. "Tavis is always there,
if another Healer should be needed, and there are other Healers in town. But I
really think that this should be checked out before Gregory has a chance to
reorganize and possibly mask what happened. Maybe he can even help me
figure out how I did it."
"Hmmm, you're right. And there's certainly no one better qualified for that.
How are we going to persuade him to come, though? You can hardly tell him
what's happened in a written message. Suppose Cinhil saw it?тАФ not to mention
the messenger."
"That's true. On the other handтАФ"
Reaching inside his Healer's tunic, he caught and pulled on a narrow green
silk cord until a dull silvery medallion appeared, the size of an early walnut.
This he fingered thoughtfully, absently rasping his thumbnail across the heavy