The Blood Plague
Too soon! Too soon! You scream! You swoon!
But there is no escape for mortal hearts.
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"I am busy. Go away."
The knocks on his door persisted.
"Please, Master. Please. It is Xhahari. Terrible things are happening in the village."
"Come in. You know my door is always open to you."
Xhahari was the seventh son of the king's sister. The boy, a favorite of Perdix, was smart and eager to learn, and unlike Urien, humble to a fault.
When he entered the alchemist's room, he stopped.
"What?" Perdix asked. "What is so important that you interrupt my work?"
"Is something wrong, Master? You do not look well."
"Forget that," said the old alchemist. "Why do you bother me?"
"I finished my studies early," said it the youth.
"And what is unusual about that? You are always twenty-five steps ahead of your teachers."
"Nothing," said Xhahari. "But I was outside castle gate. Just watching the people come and go. Something terrible is happening."
"Explain," said Perdix.
"There are many who come walking from great distances from the countryside. They beg to stay within the castle walls."
"Is there some evil that ravages these peasants, that makes them seek protection within the walls?"
"I could not believe the fantastical stories they told, Master. It is a horrible, horrible plague that has befallen us."
"What kind of plague?"
"The Blood Plague."
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