Jaber laid the boy gently back down after forcing him to drink a glass of hot herbal tea mixed with honey, and then shook his head. " He's getting worse. He won't hold out for long."
Zarqa's chest gripped, and she instinctively took a look around the room.
It was so like the one she had seen in her vision, which promptly flashed before her, as if to insist on becoming her reality.
Zarqa shook her head and held it tight in her hands.
She couldn't accept that.
There had to be something she could do.
Anything.
Else, why show her that vision in the first place?
" Out of the way! Out of the way!" The priest burst through the doors, clad in his ceremonial clothes, as he breezed past Zarqa and Wael and made for Arslan's side.
He looked Jaber up and down, and his eyes narrowed. " You didn't give him any kind of medicine, did you?! Else the gods will forsake him while they can save him!"
