“I expect his head is hurting him, perhaps more than his arm,” Mr. Falkirk said. “I remember when I had concussion I was aware of pain, although I had no idea of where I was or what had happened to me.”
That night when Tara was alone with the Duke she sat down beside the bed and started to massage his forehead very gently.
He had been moving from side to side, but, after her fingers had been touching him for a little time, he grew quieter.
‘Perhaps I am magicking the pain away,’ she thought, remembering that was what the children had called her massage.
Then, because her arm ached from the angle at which she was sitting, she sat down on the top of the bed and pulled the Duke into the same position as she had held him in when they were on the mountainside.
From the moment she had begun
