In book two of the Realm Walkers Series, Cantor, Bixby, and Dukmee must band together to find the storied realm walker Chomountain after the devastating attack by the corrupt Realm Walkers Guild. But what they discover while traveling turns their mission upside down and they must now find a way to restore Chomountain.
Bixby hurried to her patient’s side. “You’re awake. Let me give you a drink.”
“There was one brew you gave me last night that tasted like it’d been dipped from a frog pond. The other one was all right.”
Bixby wrinkled her nose. “I’m afraid it’s the frog pond for now. It eases your pain and allows you to think clearly.”
“What does the other one do?”
“Allows you to rest and keeps you from vomiting.”
“Well, I’ve got something to tell you, so I guess I’ll swallow the pond water.”
Bixby hesitated. “You do know that it isn’t really pond water?”
“I know. It would help if I could hold my nose.”
“Your nose is broken.”
Cantor heard the humor in the wounded man’s voice. He stepped closer and caught him winking at Bixby.
“I’ll help hold him up so he can drink.” Cantor positioned himself at the head of the bed. He could brace against the frame and keep it from swaying. He could also redirect any inappropriate conversation should the man feel like one last flirt with a pretty girl.
Bixby squinted her eyes at him. Cantor, he’s dying.
These guards can be rough individuals. I just don’t want him talking to you like you were a bar room floozy.
She giggled. Bar room floozy?
Cantor did not want to be diverted. Doesn’t this man need a drink? His medicine?
She went away to fix the potion. When she came back, Cantor held the guard, gently lifting him by the shoulders and supporting his head against his chest. Jesha moved aside, hopping off the bed and exiting the cabin.
The guard drank the smelly brew all at once.
Bixby smiled at him. “I put spoonfuls of Old Trout’s honey in it. Was it any better?”
Cantor lowered him carefully before the patient answered. “It was sweeter . . . but still pond water.”
Bixby heaved a big sigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I figure you won’t be able―” He grunted. “―to pour many more of those down me before I die.”
Bixby remained silent for a moment. Cantor thought the sorrow on her face would tear a hole in his heart.
Donita K. Paul retired from teaching and took up the mantle of grandma. She loves her new career as author of stories her grandchildren devour. Winner of multiple awards, she lives in Colorado, enjoying friends and family, pets and beautiful scenery. Her favorite part of writing is the readers.
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