Redemption Of The Sacred Land (Book 3) by Mark Tyson Page B

solved that issue, too. We need to find him. I may be able to tell with essence. I’ve done it before.” Dorenn picked up the tome and put it in his knapsack. “Do you remember where he was going?”
    Veric thought for a moment. “He and Shey were going to eat breakfast at the Tiger’s Head Inn.”
    Dorenn opened the door to the council chamber and almost ran headlong into Gondrial.
    “Where are you headed in such a hurry?” Gondrial asked.
    “To the Tiger’s Head Inn to see Morgoran.”
    “No need, he and Shey are right behind me. We were coming to check on your progress. Did you find something urgent?” he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
    “We found some interesting passages.” Dorenn calmed down and let Gondrial pass. “Please, come in and sit down.”
    Gondrial took a seat at the council table. Morgoran and Lady Shey appeared in the hallway soon after.
    Dorenn took a seat at the head of the table, and Veric sat immediately to his right. “Come in, Morgoran and Lady Shey,” Dorenn said.
    Morgoran sat on Dorenn’s immediate left, and Lady Shey sat next to him. Gondrial moved to sit on the opposite end of Dorenn.
    “Well?” Gondrial said. “What have you two discovered?”
    Dorenn reached into his knapsack and pulled out the tome. He placed it in front of him on the table. He needed something to cause trauma to Morgoran. With every instance he encountered a Drasmyd Duil, they always reverted out of their mimicry when caused considerable pain. He fumbled in his knapsack, but he had nothing with him to inflict any kind of pain. He glanced to Veric’s right and noticed that the tunic he wore contained a few dragon spines in the stitching. He hurriedly reached for one, and before Veric could stop him, flung it into Morgoran’s hand. The wizard stood up, yowling in pain, knocking his chair back onto the floor, but he did not change form. He was indeed Morgoran.
    “What in the name of the gods are you doing!” Morgoran pulled the dragon spine out of his hand.
    Veric took the spine and examined it. “We need to get him to Sanmir’s shop immediately.” He scowled at Dorenn. “I wish you would have warned me what you were going to do. I might have been able to tell you the spines I wear on this tunic are newly poisoned! He took the full dose, which means he will be dead in minutes!” Veric took one of Morgoran’s arms and wrapped it around his shoulder. “Carry him. The less he moves, the slower the poison will work through his system.”
    Gondrial complied and wrapped Morgoran’s other arm around his shoulder to carry him.
    “At least you got him in the hand. That might buy us a few minutes,” Veric said.
    Dorenn held the door open as they raced to get Morgoran to the apothecary shop. Dorenn wished Vesperin was near. He would know what to do. Sanmir could cure him as well, but he was also absent. Lady Shey gave him a contemptuous look when she passed him but said nothing.
    Dorenn had been avoiding Seandara since his arrival in Brookhaven, but he couldn’t avoid her when she was standing in Sanmir’s shop with an archer of Endil. Gondrial and Veric put Morgoran on a cot Sanmir kept in an examination room.
    Sanmir’s replacement, Jindara, instantly went to Morgoran’s side. “What is it?”
    “Curichan,” Veric said. “I have the antidote, but it’s too far away to save him. Do you have any Huristan root?”
    Jindara waved him off. “No need. It’s too late for antidotes.” She put her face very close to Morgoran’s.
    It’s odd how simple things stand out in a crisis , Dorenn thought. Jindara’s golden hair glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. Dorenn was not thinking about Morgoran; he was thinking about how soft Jindara’s hair might be. He glanced over at Seandara. Her jet black hair also glistened. It is impossibly black , he thought. Morgoran’s whole hand was glowing now. Jindara had whispered something to Morgoran, and the nature magic was