The Taleweaver

Homecoming, part one

A swirl of wind and a sense of power everywhere. It was like when they had jumped to Gaz, but much, much more powerful. He wanted to throw up and then the sensation was gone. They were - elsewhere.

He stood on a shining platform. It looked like glass, a deep blue and green glass almost alive with faint stars slowly blinking inside. Harbend looked up. They sky was overcast so the lights did come from inside the platform. Warmer than in Braka as well.

"Where are we?"

"Your home. This is Nachi."

"You jumped us to Khi?" Harbend croaked.

"I am, as I have said, the greatest Transport Khar living." There was neither irony nor boast in his voice, just a tired quality as if he'd been forced to explain the obvious once too many.

Harbend shook his shock away. "Arthur, when he wakes?"

"I'll fetch a Mindwalker. He won't remember," Escha answered.

They jumped again, and this time Harbend recognized the magehealers' quarters seen through an open window. They were inside a room and an old man was rising from his chair with a stunned look on his face. Arthur was already stretched out on a table, dagger still protruding from his abdomen.

"Heal him! I shall pay," Harbend barked. He didn't have time with explanations.

The Magehealer complied.