kept up the pace until Bali healed Cherin Colegus, a Two-bolt Accomplished of Ducaunan descent. Her eyes were frozen solid. His glowing hands touched the icy orbs and moments later came away, revealing a pair of beautiful brown eyes that were completely restored.
Jennel blinked away the exhaustion. She had been going virtually nonstop since the battle and finally the task was complete. This is the late afternoon of a new day, she realized, and every person brought in for healing had received it. “Great job everybody,” she announced
The entire room full of people suddenly looked up and slightly to the left. The presence that had been far to the southwest was now above them, probably in building two. Jennel turned on her heel, and headed out into the hall along with a mob of her fellow Atlantans. Everyone was eager to see the Maestro, each no doubt feeling their desire to be near him to be the greatest and therefore the most important, when it should be clear to all thinking people that the Lead Healer should be among the first to see him. Evidently, her associates did not share her view.
The hallway was filled, jammed full of people all the way to the exit of the wing, each person trying to get into the central building so they could access the tunnel leading to building two. It was slow going getting through the stream of people in the hall, and Jennel accidentally stepped on more than a few toes in the process, offering apologies as she went. Her success was tempered by the fact that all of the four wings had emptied out, coming up from all four underground levels, and the vast staging area was nearly filled to capacity. Accomplisheds, Talenteds, and members of the Benhannon Guard, were all staring at several hundred or so Sentinels, who were blocking the tunnel. Commander Herling stood at the forefront beside First Strike Commander Lassiter, whose mixed heritage gave him the soft facial features of a Taracopian and the dark complexion and height of an Ecoppian.
Chas turned to Jeremiah, who nodded agreement with whatever was said between the two, and then the Sentinel Commander focused his attention back on the crowd. “I know everyone is anxious to see Sir Daniel and verify with your own eyes that he is well,” he spoke in a voice amplified by a spell provided by the former Senior Soarer. “Anyone who has the idea of going below to work his or her way to the surface through the other three buildings will find those accesses also blocked. To all of you who possess the ability to cast the spell, Conveyance, I strongly suggest you do not attempt to transport yourself, lest you die from merging your substances with the crowds that are already swarming from the surface buildings to see the Maestro.”
“Why can’t we see him?” demanded Bonny Tell. That girl’s impulsiveness would no doubt get her into a lot of trouble someday. A large number of Talenteds and guardsmen shouted their demands for an answer to her question.
Jennel wondered the same thing, but knew the Sentinel Commander would get around to explaining his reasons, and also knew demanding answers would not cause the announcement to come any sooner.
“Sir Daniel and Lady Sherree are up in the dining area eating a late lunch. It is the first meal he has had since before the battle at Shantear and I think we should let him enjoy this repast in peace,” Chas continued his announcement as if no one had interrupted him. “I have been informed by Chief Aid Simon Trenca that the Maestro will address all who wish to see him right here in this room, which should take place in about half a mark.”
Jennel summoned a chair of solidified air and sat down. Her example was soon followed by many others. Individual conversations broke out and no one tried to enter the tunnel or exit the assembly area. Why bother when the Maestro was coming to them? One of the guardsmen to her left grumbled a little at the Sentinels taking it upon themselves to guard, “Sir
Jennel blinked away the exhaustion. She had been going virtually nonstop since the battle and finally the task was complete. This is the late afternoon of a new day, she realized, and every person brought in for healing had received it. “Great job everybody,” she announced
The entire room full of people suddenly looked up and slightly to the left. The presence that had been far to the southwest was now above them, probably in building two. Jennel turned on her heel, and headed out into the hall along with a mob of her fellow Atlantans. Everyone was eager to see the Maestro, each no doubt feeling their desire to be near him to be the greatest and therefore the most important, when it should be clear to all thinking people that the Lead Healer should be among the first to see him. Evidently, her associates did not share her view.
The hallway was filled, jammed full of people all the way to the exit of the wing, each person trying to get into the central building so they could access the tunnel leading to building two. It was slow going getting through the stream of people in the hall, and Jennel accidentally stepped on more than a few toes in the process, offering apologies as she went. Her success was tempered by the fact that all of the four wings had emptied out, coming up from all four underground levels, and the vast staging area was nearly filled to capacity. Accomplisheds, Talenteds, and members of the Benhannon Guard, were all staring at several hundred or so Sentinels, who were blocking the tunnel. Commander Herling stood at the forefront beside First Strike Commander Lassiter, whose mixed heritage gave him the soft facial features of a Taracopian and the dark complexion and height of an Ecoppian.
Chas turned to Jeremiah, who nodded agreement with whatever was said between the two, and then the Sentinel Commander focused his attention back on the crowd. “I know everyone is anxious to see Sir Daniel and verify with your own eyes that he is well,” he spoke in a voice amplified by a spell provided by the former Senior Soarer. “Anyone who has the idea of going below to work his or her way to the surface through the other three buildings will find those accesses also blocked. To all of you who possess the ability to cast the spell, Conveyance, I strongly suggest you do not attempt to transport yourself, lest you die from merging your substances with the crowds that are already swarming from the surface buildings to see the Maestro.”
“Why can’t we see him?” demanded Bonny Tell. That girl’s impulsiveness would no doubt get her into a lot of trouble someday. A large number of Talenteds and guardsmen shouted their demands for an answer to her question.
Jennel wondered the same thing, but knew the Sentinel Commander would get around to explaining his reasons, and also knew demanding answers would not cause the announcement to come any sooner.
“Sir Daniel and Lady Sherree are up in the dining area eating a late lunch. It is the first meal he has had since before the battle at Shantear and I think we should let him enjoy this repast in peace,” Chas continued his announcement as if no one had interrupted him. “I have been informed by Chief Aid Simon Trenca that the Maestro will address all who wish to see him right here in this room, which should take place in about half a mark.”
Jennel summoned a chair of solidified air and sat down. Her example was soon followed by many others. Individual conversations broke out and no one tried to enter the tunnel or exit the assembly area. Why bother when the Maestro was coming to them? One of the guardsmen to her left grumbled a little at the Sentinels taking it upon themselves to guard, “Sir
Similar Books
