Chapter 16, If Prayers had Wings

There came a soft moan from the depths of the travelling box. Tarik jumped in and gave a shout creating a flurry of activity. Rowan called for a healer, and for others to help Tarik with the king. Once again Rowan watched as her uncle was assisted into his room to rest.

“Even the Elven medicine didn’t keep the fever away,” she said to Lea.

The handmaiden frowned slightly, “I can go look along the river for the herb to make oil if you wish, my lady.”

“Yes. Yes, please go now. Hurry.”

Lea came back shortly, with barely enough herb to fill one vial with oil. Rowan looked into Lea’s eyes and realized they were fighting the same fear, the same frustration, the same struggle, they had fought with Rowan’s family.

“I’m so sorry, my lady,” Lea’s eyes filled with tears.

Rowan squeezed Lea’s hands, “This is enough. Don’t worry, it worked before! Don’t lose faith!”