She had broken her leg. She sat up and looked at it in astonishment. The only mark on her leggings was a large, dark patch of what she assumed was blood. But when she moved it, it worked as it should. It ached dreadfully, but it worked.
"Did you mend my leg?" she asked Miach.
He looked at her, clear-eyed and calm. "Might have. "
"It still hurts."
"It wasn't a very good spell."
She wiggled her toes, bent her leg, pushed against it with her hands. "It seems like a good spell."
"Well, it works on pigs. "
She felt her mouth fall open, then she glared at him. "And there I was thinking about apologizing for being ungracious. "
"I accept," he said solemnly.
"I changed my mind."
"I still accept."
She frowned. "I wonder if Hearn will give me a horse now."
Miach sat up. "I daresay he'll have no choice. Your mount put up such a fuss when we tried to get him to stop standing over you so we could move you off the field that I had to carry you here with his nose pressed up against my back."
Morgan could hardly believe it. "And he is below? "
"In the box below this loft. He demanded it."
"Astonishing," she murmured.
"Try not to fall off again. I don't know if I can muster up two spells in two days. It may take me weeks to recover from the exertion."
"I'll tie you to your horse and you can sleep there," she offered.
"Good of you."
"It goes along with the apology I changed my mind about."
He smiled. "I'll take what I can get."
She nodded. After all, he had healed her leg and her hand wasn't tingling anymore. And her dream was a distant memory that did not haunt her as she feared.
For the most part, at least.
"Will you tell me of it?" he asked.
She looked at him without surprise. "What? My dream?"
"Aye."
"I've forgotten it," she lied.
"You're still shivering."
"I don't like magic," was what came out of her mouth before she thought. And it was true; she didn't. But whatever magic Miach had wrought on her did not leave her ill or terrified. That in itself was unsettling enough. She looked at him. "Perhaps it is only serious magic that troubles me. Yours does not seem to. Perhaps it is that you do not have very much."
"Perhaps."
