To Serve the Light (Part 6)

A firm hand on her shoulder drew her gently away from Taylor’s prone body. How much time had passed she wasn’t sure. She watched listlessly as the cloaked figure knelt beside Tay, examined the bloody wound, and the knife. Placed his outstretched hands over the wound. Murmured something over Tay’s still form, words she could not make out over the rain.

A light sprang to life. Starting at the man’s hands, but soon spreading out to encompass Taylor’s entire form. As Wyn watched, the light seemed to sink into Taylor, illuminating him from within. There was a silent explosion of light - then all went dark again. Wyn blinked, blinded by the sudden darkness.

There was a soft gasp. Then movement. The cloaked one rose, holding Tay in his arms. The hood had fallen back, and a flash of lightning revealed Sir Bernhardt’s stern face.

“Let’s get this one out of the rain, Stelhamor,” he said gruffly. “He’s weak, and lost a lot of blood.”

He moved quickly, Wyn following in something of a daze.
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She followed him back to the keep, where he carried the unconscious youth to the healers’ wing. As he placed Taylor upon one of the empty beds there, and murmured instructions to the menders there.

And when he spoke with the guards, and had them take her once again to the familiar holding cell, she went without argument.

In the darkness, she sat alone. And thought on what she’d seen.