Chapter 33: Similar Medicine

Emboldened by my victory over the storeroom door, I climbed the stairs with great haste. The upper floors of the House of Civius had been emptied. No children.

“Fire!” I yelled. “Get out! The House of Civius is on fire!” A shamasson saw me and was about to say something when I bellowed over her, “The storeroom is on fire! Get the children out!”

She stared at me for a moment.

“You’re Gyrath, aren’t you?” she said.

It was not an appropriate response for someone who is feeling the gravity of the situation. I remembered what Vekaya had said about the shamassons helping wounded soldiers with their voices.

Well, I can remember thinking, the ones in this particular House of Civius don’t.