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breakfasts. Tavara was feeding Belegir sips of gruel from a small spouted cup. "She says he'll be okay?"
"When I was younger, I fell from the roof of our barn at haying time, and spent the whole season in bed. But I am here today. When he can ride again, Tavara will release the spell that Helevrin sent with us, and the Allimir will come to bear him away."
"But you and I will be gone by then," Glory guessed, looking straight at him.
Ivradan didn't flinch. "Helevrin said that also."
Glory sighed and ate weird oatmeal. It wasn't bad, particularly if you couldn't remember the last time you'd had a full meal.
"That's why you brought so much stuff."
"She said the Oracle would speak to you."
Only it hadn't spoken to her, and apparently it'd told Belegir she'd go toes-up at the first opportunity. All she'd had was a wacky dream she couldn't quite remember any more. Well, bugger that for a game of soldiers. She was going to muddle on as long as she could, and damn anybody who got in her way.
After she'd eaten, Glory got carefully to her feet. She'd eaten too much too fast, and in combination with the corset, felt like she'd swallowed a young pig, trotters and all. Still, she'd rather be full than empty.
"So, Ivradan. Want to come see the Oracle?"
She could tell from the look on his face that he'd much rather not, thank you very much. But if he was going to be her native guide to the wonders of Elboroth-Haden, the former Grey Arlinn, it'd be just as well for him to get his feet wet with some nice friendly magic first.
So, Glor, just when did you get so ruthless? 
"C'mon, mate. Y'wanna live forever? Besides, there's a map in there I want you to see."
Looking as if he'd been told off to be hanged, Ivradan followed her up the stairs