The orderlies brought me to my room, and I collapsed on the bed. Whatever I had released into the ground and the pond had left me drained, the core of my soul left open and raw like the inside of a scooped-out gourd. What kind of seeds had I planted with my fit?
I soon found out. The click of the lock and opening of the door announced….
"Hello, Healer Wilfrin," I croaked as though I really had spewed out lava, or at least boiling water.
"Hello, Your Highness. Would you care to tell me what all that was about?"
"I wouldn"t." I bet the little arse would revel in the chance to say, "I told you so," and he"d take it whether I invited him to or not.
"I have a guess." Yep. "All of the feelings you"ve been repressing came out, didn"t they, when you found your painting of your pet destroyed?"
