ire nimbus sprang to life around his hands and spread over Kern's wounds, radiating healing power.Suddenly the magical glow vanished. Blue cobwebs drifted down in its place, covering Kern and the bed in a sticky web.Shal frowned, glancing at her husband. "When was the last time one of your healing spells went awry?"Tarl was dumbfounded. "When I was a neophyte, about thirty years ago. I don't understand what happened. The spell was working fine, then something seemed to suck the magic right out of it." Tarl pressed his hands against the four gashes on Kern's chest, slowing the bleeding.Kern gritted his teeth. Pain was nothing to a paladin, he reminded himself. But then, he wasn't a true paladin yet."What's going on?" a clear, crystalline voice asked.A delicate young woman stood in the doorway of Kern's chamber. Between her forest green tunic and short dark hair she looked almost like a pretty but mischievous boy. Listle, Shal's apprentice, grinned impishly. "I heard something that sounded like an ogre's courting call down here and thought I'd better investigate."She moved toward the others with a swift, smooth grace that belied her gray elven blood. Her ears were daintily pointed, h
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