Chapter 84

The person who’d stabbed him laughed, a dark, ugly sound, and climbed off him. Kelwyn lay helplessly on his back in the bed, blood making a spreading crimson stain on the bedding beneath him. The stake seemed to rob him of all energy. He wondered, then, if this was it, if he was dying. He tried to pluck at it, to pull it out. It was night, if he could remove it from the wound, he would begin to heal, but his hands had no strength. Both hands now clawed at the stake, but he still couldn’t budge it, the wood was slippery with blood and it was driven so deeply that even with his full strength it would have been an effort to pull it out.