Chapter Fifteen
Spring 496
I remained in an unresponsive state for the better part of a week, alternately restless in my dreams—as Lyonesse chose to call them—or sleeping so still and silently that several times they thought me dead from fever. They had even called in Father Joseph to give me the final blessing.
“That’s when the real fun began.” Isolde smiled slyly at the memory as she sat at my bedside one cold, sunny morning. “Father Joseph examined you and declared you very much alive, though gravely ill. That was when I gave you the diluted drop of wolfsbane.” Her tone held the slightest hint of remorse. “I know it was dangerous, but you were already more among the dead than the living . . .”
I gently placed my hand on top of hers. “Isolde, you did very well. It was probably that
