The Warded Man

to dive at things low to the ground.”
    She hunched as much as she could, staggering under the big man’s weight, and knew they were not going to make it at the shuffling pace, low or not.
    “Now!” Jizell cried, and Leesha looked up to see Kadie and the other apprentices run out onto the boardwalk, holding the edges of white sheets above their heads. The fluttering cloth was almost everywhere, making it impossible for the wind demons to pick a target.
    Under this cover, Mistress Jizell and the first guard came rushing up to them. Jizell helped Leesha as the guard fetched the unconscious man. Fear gave them all strength, and they covered the remaining distance quickly, retreating into the hospit and barring the door.
    “This one’s dead,” Jizell said, her voice cold. “I’d wager he’s been gone over an hour.”
    “I almost sacrificed myself for a dead man?” the guard with the broken ankle exclaimed. Leesha ignored him, moving over to the other injured man.
    With his round, freckled face and slender form, he seemed more a boy than a man. He had been badly beaten, but he was breathing, and his heart was strong. Leesha inspected him swiftly, cutting away his bright patchwork clothes as she probed for broken bones and searched for the sources of the blood that soaked his motley.
    “What happened?” Jizell asked the injured guard, as she inspected the break in his ankle.
    “We were headin’ in from last patrol,” the guard said through gritted teeth. “Found these two, Jongleurs by their look, lyin’ on the walk. Must’a been robbed after a show. They was both alive, but in a bad way. It was dark by then, but neither of them looked like they’d last the night without a Gatherer to tend them. I remembered this hospit, and we ran hard as we could, tryin’ to stay under eaves, outta sight from windies.”
    Jizell nodded. “You did the right thing,” she said.
    “Tell that to poor Jonsin,” the guard said. “Creator, what will I tell his wife?”
    “That’s a worry for the morrow,” Jizell said, lifting a flask to the man’s lips. “Drink this.”
    The guard looked at her dubiously. “What is it?” he asked.
    “It will put you to sleep,” Jizell said. “I need to set your ankle, and I promise you, you don’t want to be awake when I do.”
    The guard quaffed the potion quickly.
    Leesha was cleaning out the younger one’s wounds when hestarted awake with a gasp, sitting up. One of his eyes was swollen shut, but the other was a bright green, and darted about wildly. “Jaycob!” he cried.
    He thrashed wildly, and it took Leesha, Kadie, and the last guard to wrestle him back down. He turned his one piercing eye on Leesha. “Where is Jaycob?” he asked. “Is he all right?”
    “The older man who was found with you?” Leesha asked, and he nodded.
    Leesha hesitated, picking her words, but the pause was answer enough, and he screamed, thrashing again. The guard pinned him hard, looking him in the eyes.
    “Did you see who did this to you?” he asked.
    “He’s in no condition …” Leesha began, but the man cut her off with a glare.
    “I lost a man tonight,” he said. “I don’t have time to wait.” He turned back to the boy. “Well?” he asked.
    The boy looked at him with eyes filling with tears. Finally, he shook his head, but the guard didn’t let up. “You must have seen something,” he pressed.
    “That’s enough,” Leesha said, grabbing the man’s wrists and pulling hard. He resisted for a moment, and then let go. “Wait in the other room,” she ordered. He scowled, but complied.
    The boy was weeping openly when Leesha turned back to him. “Just put me back out into the night,” he said, holding up a crippled hand. “I was meant to die a long time ago, and everyone that tries to save me ends up dead.”
    Leesha took the crippled hand in hers and looked him in the eye. “I’ll take my chances,” she said, squeezing. “We survivors have to look out for one another.” She put the flask of sleeping draught to his lips, and held his hand, lending him strength until his eyes slipped closed.
    The sound of fiddling filled the hospit. Patients clapped their hands, and the apprentices danced as they went about their tasks. Even Leesha and Jizell had a spring in their step.
    “To think young Rojer was worried he had no way to pay,” Jizell said as they prepared lunch. “I’ve half a mind to pay him to come entertain the patients after he’s back on his