Warlord

didn't protest that he wasn't well. I checked on him and found him sweating."
    Tant was hovering over us. "I couldn't risk it, Warprize. Not after—"
    "You were right, Tant." I gave him an approving glance, and he relaxed. "We can take no risks when it comes to the plague." I placed my hand against Sako's forehead. "But I doubt this is the sweat." There was a noise outside. Before we could do more than look up, Wild Winds swept into the tent.
    "What is this?"
    Tant and the women had lowered their heads, their eyes down. So I spoke up. "A sick child, Eldest Warrior-Priest. They feared that it might be the plague, and asked me to see the child." Wild Winds's eye narrowed, and he took a step closer. Tant pressed himself to the canvas to allow the man to pass. "Is it?" he demanded, the skulls hanging from his staff rattling against one another.
    "No. It isn't." I answered firmly.
    Tant sagged with relief, muttering a soft prayer to the earth.
    "How so?" Wild Winds demanded.
    "Do you hurt, Sako?" I asked softly. "Can you show me where?" The boy nodded, and rubbed his throat and ears.
    "Open your mouth," I asked, and sure enough, his throat was raw. "Does it hurt to swallow?" He nodded again, his large brown eyes darting between myself and the warrior-priest.
    "This is common for children among my people." I glanced at Inde and got a quick confirming nod. "It is not the plague."
    Wild Winds turned, saying something soft to one of the guards outside. I heard running feet as Wild Winds turned back and folded his arms over his chest. "And how would you heal this, Xyian?" Startled, I looked up into that tattooed face, but all I saw was honest curiosity.
    "I would have the child rest and sleep. I would have his thea give him a dose of the fever's foe." I caught a flash of fear over Tant's face. "Out of the jar that I have given them." I reached for it, and scooped out some on my finger. "This much, every two hours." I showed it to Wild Winds, then turned back to Sako.
    "Open up. The taste is bad, but you are a warrior, eh?"
    The boy bravely opened his mouth, and I scraped the fever's foe on his tongue. He made no protest to the taste, warrior that he was. But that didn't stop him from screwing up his face in disgust.
    "How do you know this is not the plague?" Wild Winds demanded.
    "The plague strikes fast, and is very deadly. The fever is hot and fierce. Any who take ill tend to lose their wits, and sweat much more than this child." I looked at the theas. "There is also an odor with the plague, a very rank smell. Almost as bad as ehat musk."
    "So if the child had the plague, he would already be dead," Wild Winds stated. I nodded, even as the woman sucked in a breath in horror. But Inde was made of sterner stuff. She'd fol lowed our conversation intently, and now spoke. "Warprize. I would ask for your token." Caught off guard, it took me a moment to hand her the jar of fever's foe. "You have my token, Inde." Inde took the jar, and cradled it in her hands. "Warprize, I would tell you a truth. The skills of the Warprize are spoken of with praise, and you are known to be a 'healer', with fabulous powers over life and death." She kept her eyes averted, but turned her head toward Wild Winds. "I would not offend, but I would ask the warrior-priest to cast his spells of healing as well." She shifted the jar in her hands. "The health of the child is the most important thing."
    Sako's eyes got even bigger, and he swallowed hard, with obvious pain.
    Magic. I might get to see magical healing. I kept my face calm but my heart jumped at the chance. But when I cast a look up at Wild Winds's face, he returned my look with a neutral glance. I shifted my eyes away, but the silence continued to grow. Was he really going to refuse to heal a child?
    I reached for my satchel, and shifted away from the boy's side. The theas were startled by my movement, but I ignored them. I tried to make my voice sound normal. "I am not offended, Inde. You are right. What matters is the boy's well-being."
    I stood then, and stepped away, as if making room. As I brushed close to Wild Winds, I challenged him with a look, but said nothing.
    Wild Winds arched an eyebrow in response, but also remained silent. I thought he would refuse, but then he let his cloak drop to the floor, and plunged his staff into the ground. With one step he moved to stand at the boy's side.
    With wide eyes, the theas moved as well, Inde moving to Sako's head, the other woman to his feet. Tant