"Jean Lorrah - Savage Empire 05 - Sorcerers of the Frozen Isles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lorrah Jean)

their places on the opposite side of the rock, tightening the ropes.

Torio knelt beside the pinned man, waiting for the moment when the rock shivered, liftedтАФ

"Higher!" he exclaimed, securing his grip under the young man's shoulders.

Trembling, the block of stone crept upward another handspanтАФand Torio hauled Bevan out from under
just before it dropped again with a thunderous "whump!"

Torio grasped the young man's leg, where bright arterial blood pumped out, squeezing to keep the last of
his life from spilling onto the rocky ground. "Wulfston!"

The Adept had sunk to his knees in recovery from his effort to lift the rock. He looked blankly toward
Torio for a moment, then pulled himself away from the desire to collapse and came to Torio's side.
"Straighten his leg," he instructed Torio. "Unite the blood vessels."

Torio did as he was told, feeling Wulfston go unReadable again. Torio Read carefully, holding the major
vessels while Wulfston concentrated, and they healed together, normal blood flow resuming. Only then
did he shove together the splintered bone ends, watching them knit miraculously together into a tenuous
bond. Then, with Bevan's wife and mother tenderly cleansing the wounds, the torn muscles were healed,
butтАФ

"The nerves, Wulfston."

"I can't," the Adept said wearily. "Make certain all will stay alive for nowтАФthe rest will have to be healed
later."

The audience of quarrymen and their families stared as Bevan's torn skin was carefully drawn back over
his leg. Large chunks were missing, but the leg was saved, along with his life.

Finally, the heat of Adept healing spread beneath Torio's hands, killing any infection that had been
introduced, and continuing the healing as the young man slept. Torio had seen it a hundred times, but
every time it was a new miracle: Wulfston had set in motion the healing powers of Bevan's own body,
which he could not activate on his own. He would continue to sleep and heal even after Wulfston left him,
probably for more than a day before he woke with his pain gone and his leg well on the way to being
whole again.

Wulfston had sat down, tailor-fashion, to concentrate on the healing. Now he remained still,
withdrawnтАФTorio wondered if he would fall asleep right there. His tiredness was now completely
Readable.

But after a few moments he looked up, blinking. "Your son will heal," he told the anxious parents. "Carry
him to your house, and let him sleep until he wakens naturally. Then feed himтАФhe will need a great deal
of food to restore his strength.

Don't let him try to walk. His leg is alive, but he will not be able to feel it until the nerves are healed.
When I return from Zendi, you must bring him to my castle. There Torio and I will finish the healing."

Bevan's father and his brothers carried him carefully down to the house, his mother hurrying ahead to
prepare his bed.