Master Tellerick opened his eyes, and immediately grabbed his aching chest. Beneath him, he could feel the hole as new skin touched the sleeping mat below. He took a deep, juddering breath of cold, damp, morning air before pushing himself upright.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Master Tellerick." Skaran proffered a steaming mug of tea. "You were lucky Master William got to you in time."
Tellerick took hold of the tea, and took a sip. Skaran had put too much honey in it, and it tasted... glorious. "How is he?"
Skaran pointed. "Still sleeping."
"And the others?"
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Jeff Taylor (almost 6 years ago)
Thanks Drew. Much appreciated. There's no tea like a strong camping cuppa first thing on a chilled morning. š
Jeff Taylor (almost 6 years ago)
Thanks Neville.
**Minor edit to make it clearer that it was Skaran doing the pointing and not Tellerick.
Neville Hunt (almost 6 years ago)
Yeay! He lives (I thought he would). Love the first paragraph... and the glorious tea. Great stuff Jeff. Loving it! š
Published: November 12, 2018 16:32
Category: Fantasy
Neville Hunt (almost 6 years ago)
Mmmm. Yes. Iād better put the kettle on.