CHAPTER 21

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Callum’s face is pale, drained of all color. He wets his cracked lips and utters, "My king," His voice hoarse. Attempting to sit up as I approach, he fails, thumping back into the bed. I notice the wet towel on his forehead, and a water witch by his left seems to be treating him. She bows in respect, and I wave her off. “How?” I ask, standing by the foot of his bed, finger on my nose to block the pungent smell of the healing herbs. "I pissed off a witch." "And she made you sick?" I question, raising an eyebrow. "Yes." "Hmm, I didn’t know they could do that." "Me neither. I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for missing court these past two days, but as you can see, I'm actually sick." "Yes, I can see that, Lord Easterlin. I wish you a quick recovery." "Thank you, Your Majesty. Don’t worry; I'

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