Canon Excerpt
Outside in the hallway we found Morwen kneeling on the floor beside Telemain and wrapping long strips of black cloth around his right shoulder. Pieces of odd looking plants littered the floor, and a little way down the hall was a puddle of something dark and slimy. The puddle had a wizard’s staff lying across it and a wizard’s robe was sort of crumpled up under the staff.
“Morwen!” Shiara said. “What happened? Can I help?”
“What happened was a battle,” Morwen said. “I should think that would be obvious enough.”
“But how did-” Shiara stopped because Telemain was stirring. A moment later he opened his eyes and looked up at all of us.
“What was that?” He asked rather hazily.
“That,” Said Morwen, “was a sword. They are long, pointed, and very sharp. You’re lucky it didn’t take your head off.”
Telemain started to shake his head, then winced. “A plain sword. No wonder I couldn’t block it. I thought it was a spell.”
Morwen snorted. “You may be one of the greates magical theoreticians in the world, but you don’t have a particle of common sense,” she said, acidly. “Why, in heaven’s name, didn’t you duck?”
“I did duck!” Telemain said, looking startled and indignant. “He was aiming for my chest, not my shoulder. And if you think I’m going to put up with your-“
“You,” Morwen said firmly, “are going to put up with me until that shoulder is healed. Which, may I remind you, means that I will have to put up with you for the same period of time. Fortunately, it shouldn’t take very long- a few days, at most.”
“A few days! ” Telemain said. “Are you mad? It’ll take at least a week!”
“Not if I change the herbs twice a day,” Morwen said, in an irritated tone. “I should know. It’s my field.”
“Well, it’s my shoulder!”
“I’m so glad you noticed,” Morwen said. “Stop fussing or you’ll make things worse and I will have to put up with you for more than a week.”
“If I have to continue lying on this floor- which is cold, hard, and extremely uncomfortable- you’ll have to put up with me for a lot longer than that.”
Morwen got a peculiar look on her face. “I’ll consider the idea carefully. Meanwhile-“