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side with more strips of bandage, covering up the Vixen-image.
"Do not, I ask you, Slayer, destroy more of my handiwork," the little healer said scoldingly.
"Do my best," Glory said, her words slurred with exhaustion. "An' if I starve because I can't hold a spoon, it's on your head."
"You will not starve," Tavara said, smiling now. "Come."
She led Glory back to the fountain. Her bed was laid out beside it, and Ivradan was waiting for her, scrubbed up and dressed in fresh clothes. He looked tired, but pleased with himself, and was holding a steaming mug in each hand.
"Felba and Fimlas and Heddvi are here," he said happily. "All well."
It took Glory a moment to place the names.
"The ponies She . . . ?"
"She only sent them away," Ivradan said happily, "and so they sought the nearest place where they knew they would be fed. They came here, arriving before night fell."
No wonder the others had been so stunned at the sight of them, showing up the morning after their horses did. It hadn't been Maidarence at all. It had been them coming back from the dead.
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