I turned to Zidane, my eyes filled with tears as I held his hand tight. He was asleep now, and the seer was praying into a clear bowl of water. I turned to her occasionally as she prayed, her fingers lightly trembling so hard that I thought the ball she was holding would fall.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, then turned to me. "Feed this to him."
I nodded, accepting it. I leaned forward, then brought him to sit, my eyes closing from the effort. Once I got him to rest his head on my shoulder, I brought the bowl to his lips, then adjusted his head so the water would simply flow down his throat.
She watched as I let the water go down his throat. Once it was done, I gave the bowl to her, then started to move.
"Don't move," she said. "He will need your help."
I swallowed. "What's going to
