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of soothing sound, with his cool hand on my brow.
I grabbed his wrist; I had to make him understand me.
"Why are you lying? Are you hurting me? Take the rock away it's too much pain"
"When we get to Lindum, we'll stop for the night, Darfod will give you something for the pain"

There was more pain in his voice than ever I had heard not even when he lost his wife or that sound when he lost his son I was dreaming him, I looked out and saw doors, I was in a wagon outside, I saw our host following us I heard the horses, they sounded strange, loud and distant, too loud and changed, changed like ghosts, everything echoed like I lived in a cave and lying on a rock or was I in my grave?

But I could feel movement, and his hand holding mine, and I swore blind he was crying someone came. I was sure it was Dorian the Silurian surgeon, he too touched my brow.
He tried to whisper, "He's lost so much blood, he might not survive this, Arthur, you must prepare yourself"

I heard him. I could hear everything like it was shouted.

"Survive survive what?" I said, my own voice I had to force it out, like crying under water. It was so hard to speak, and it came only when I breathed out.
"Survive what? The pain, do men die of pain? What's causing the pain?"
Arthur looked away; he looked the one in pain, on his face, his damn beautiful face even when he was suffering and when he was suffering, he looked even more beautiful, I had always known this of him he looked away, out of the window in the wagon where the sky took me, so beautiful and god-like darker now and I couldn't stay awake"What's causing the pain?" I begged them again, then again, then again.

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