I had hopedprayed, eventhat the twinling was wrong, that it was some other troll the red demon killed. Often Winks kind were presumed dead too soon, the stony skin and shallow breath hiding signs of life.
But I could see from a glance that he was beyond any healing arts that I possessed or knew of. It would have been kinder to leave him where he lay, kinder still to drive my spear through his heart and end the pain, but I could not.
I knelt beside him. Part of his face had survived, the coarse hair burned to stubble, and he reached for me with the bloody stump of his good hand. I took it, letting the sticky blood run down my arm and drip off my elbow.
His neck shook as he tried to lift his head, coughing a few words his fierce trill now a gargling whisper.
Hush now, true friend. Dont try to speak, I said. Help is coming. Did I not promise you that when all this was finished we would walk free beneath the savannah s