Chapter XVII: JUSTICE IN ANY LAND IS JUSTFirst, one day passed, and then the next. Each time, it became harder and harder for the two seers to face Witon, to see his face, once full of hope, fall to despair.
“You must get more rest,” Flerial tutted to her Queen, as she administered to the exhausted Faerie Queen's head, plying a compost to relieve the aches.
Gently but insistently, Vishena pushed the nursing hands away, with a shake of her head.
“No, no. I will not rest until she is safe.”
They all knew. By now, the whole camp knew of Belamay's capture and what was being done to save her. Most steered clear of Witon, as well as Vishena and Lydan, dealing with them only when they must, and even then, they would seek out other members of the Council first. Those that did approach Witon di
