friend. “What has my brother
done?”
Calis shifted from one foot to the other for a moment
before he blurted, “He’s widened his borders. A great deal
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from the word I received in Gilliesport. Didn’t want to tell ye,
what with yer recent loss and all.”
Paladin closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. Why did Rylen
desire more than what he already possessed? What was his
purpose in expanding the White Dragon realm? Was it
domination over the weak or annihilation of the lesser
rulers? Paladin tried to understand, but no answer came to
him.
Battling to control the anger growing inside, he pivoted
toward the door leading below. He must do something, but
what? How should he stop his brother? The timing was off.
He had sworn to help Seren. He fully intended to keep his
word.
When he neared the door, it slammed open. Seren fell
onto the deck in a tangle of blanket and slender limbs.
Shocked, fear overpowered all else, he leapt forward. He
wrapped his arms around her. Her skin burned like she was
on fire from the inside out. The rancid smell of illness rose
from her skin. Underneath the odor, the sharp scent of
dragon increased. Grabbing her against his chest, he
whispered spells to protect her internal organs, veins, and
brain, hoping to block his child’s dragon fire which raged
within her. He hurried to his room. Calis’ footstep rang out
behind him.
Without looking at the other man, Paladin ordered,
“Bring freeze water. Buckets of it. Now, before we lose her!”
Boots thudded on the wooden floor behind him while
Calis shouted orders. Paladin ignored the distraction as he
laid Seren on the bed. The blanket dampened. It soaked up
the body fluids escaping from her pores. He tugged the
covers from around her waist and placed his palms against
her abdomen. He concentrated, drawing the growing heat
through his hands. Her stomach muscles contracted. He
hoped the child would pass. Only then would Seren have a
better chance of survival.
A fluttering started under his palms. His eyes widened.
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The babe, his son, shifted and worked to cool his own blood.
Paladin, amazed at the strength coming from the babe,
worked harder to help.
Calis settled his large hand on Paladin’s shoulder.
“Ready, Captain. I’ve got all we have here on board ready.
Talen also works using an icy spell to make more. Switched
course too. We’re heading for the nearest town to restock,
just in case.”
Paladin stood and lifted Seren then swung around to his
bathing tub. Calis passed him to grab the first bucket filled
with more icy water. Chunks of ice floated in the slush.
Paladin lowered Seren, still wrapped in the blanket, into the
tub.
He took the bucket’s handle from Calis, and poured the
thick liquid onto Seren’s abdomen. She screamed, jerking,
fighting in her semiconscious state. Her cries tore at him. He
caused her pain, her tears.
As the minutes flew by, the crew refilled the empty
buckets until a constant stream raced between his quarters
and storage area. Vaguely, the thud of running boots
registered as he worked over Seren. He drained the tub and
started all over again. He helped her swallow cold water
while Calis kept the tub filled. Each time Paladin touched her
abdomen, he hoped it had cooled, but the heat remained. She
twisted under his palm, trying to escape his touch.
The day turned to darkness. Tremors trailed up and down
his spine. He’d experienced worry in his lifetime, but nothing
like this. The only outcome he saw was her death. Nothing he
did worked. He couldn’t see how she would pull through this.
The freeze water melted on the first touch to the skin over
her abdomen. Her body rejected the cold. What else could he
do? Paladin rubbed a hand over his face. He’d never been so
helpless before. The cool liquids she took in passed from her
pores. It just wasn’t working.
Stubborn, he refused to give up. Long into the
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