Page 7 of The Mountain King
Maddugh placed a hand over the wound. His healing gifts were minor according to his people, but in human lands where their medical technology was insufficient—especially this far away from the few city centers left, his skills were almost miraculous. He sent magic into her blood, spending several moments to seek and gather the iron, drawing it out through the wound. It began to bleed freely again. When he was certain none of the poison remained, he turned to the mother.
He couldn’t keep calling her that. “What is your name?”
She regarded him a moment. “Kailigh.”
His eyebrows shot up. Kailigh? “Did you know that is a diminutive of a Dwyrkin name?” A shortened name, usually used with an affectionate inflection. Someone had named her for a loved one, perhaps.
Or a pet.
“I did not. My daughter?”
“The poison is gone—a bit of my blood would give her some energy, help her power begin to replenish.”
“But.”
He rose. “I have decided on my price.”
