At the Seat of Power: Goldenfields and the Dominion

by Jeffrey Quyle

  He stopped and looked at his patient. Shaiss was pale from loss of blood, and still unconscious, but stable now and no longer bleeding. Where the wound had been, Alec’s hasty and incomplete healing had left a visible red scar on the skin, but no other problems were left.

  Alec looked up and dimly saw that Imelda had dismounted and come over to him. “Alec, I’m sorry, we didn’t get your message until after sunrise.”

  Alec held up his hands and remained on his knees. “Secure the perimeter, get all our folks here, and help me to a bed. I’ve made a big mistake,” he gasped. His vision was dim and the fingers on his hands were curled tightly into his palms, as he fell over unconscious.