Chapter 62

"My king you need to open this door so the healer can take a look at your wounds. You could have an infection and possibly - die from it."

Octavius listened from within. For days Garius had camped in front of his chambers asking to be let in, asking for entrance for the priests and the healers so that they could make certain that he will not die and he had refused. He didn't want anyone to see him, not when he looked so grotesque and disfigured. He was healing rapidly, more than a normal human being will but his skin was still wrinkled and he didn't want to be seen that way. In her own demented way Ashterah had been kind enough to save him the shame of a scarred face. He feared that his scars may never properly heal but he could cover them with clothes while he couldn't do the same with his face.