Blackwater Islands I swear, I knew just what to say

After being returned to his bed, he had slept for what felt like days. The medicine that the other druids had been dosing him with began to wane and when Bridget arrived, saying she had something better, he was more lucid.

The fever was gone. So was the spectre that had come upon him in the caves, intent to take his life.

In his mind he had fought against death incarnate - it wore his wife's face, which was appropriate given that she had been dead a long while. A trick, then. An effort to thieve what little he had left of himself.

He would not allow it.

Harka felt his stomach turn as he looked at this pile of leaves, and then to the water that Bridget had carried, dubious of everything.