The noise of the armored dwarf’s clatterous fall rang through through the night, but followed by a sudden, nearly-complete silence. The fall of the indomitable dwarf stunned all but the crickets, who still faithfully chirped their evening forecast. Hasan could hear it. The crickets felt the night would stay hot.
Hasan hunched toward the dwarf. He grasped an arm with his own lone usable hand and heaved. The dwarf’s body moved three inches. The elf’s strength was too little.
But two steps behind Hasan, Stephan also moved out to bring the noble Feldard back. He reached to assist Hasan. Despite the dwarf’s size, he weight was considerable but together, though the elf’s arm was wounded, they brought the dwarf toward safety.
“Damn! Foolish dwarf playing the hero once again.” Maruc helped the others haul the unconscious dwarf through the doorway. “I hope one day he’ll learn. Irina! Irina! I hope you have performed your rites! He is bleeding out.”
Miklos pulled the table across after the others had pulled the dwarf through, wedging it into place he slumped uselessly against it watching with horror the pale warrior fight for his life.
“Kuzma, please, Feldard is gravely wounded,“ called Stephan. “He needs your attention.”
Stephan did his best to unbuckle the dwarf’s armor and helm. The welt on the dwarf’s skull looked hideous. Stephan’s lips tightened. He’s seen this sort of wound before and witnessed the after effects which left the poor soul witless. But this was on humans. Perhaps, he hoped, the demi-human would fare differently.
Kuzma was soon at the Feldard’s side, her gentle hands inspecting the wounds.
“We’ll need tumin and asperic. And bring the Blessed Water of Havlav,” she instructed Irina. “And bring a cushion.”
Kuzma produced her holy symbol of Havlav from her garbs and began to pray of Feldard.
Maruc pushed his hastily prepared poultice into the worst of Feldards’ welts.
Irina appeared a worried expression crossed her face. She pressed her hand against Feldard’s head. “Oh mighty Halav I beseach you..”
“Thee!” interupted Maruc.
“Thee!” hastened Irinia “To abdure this wound of your faithless…”
“Faithful!” Maruc corrected.
“Faithfull servant Feldard!” She completed the incantation. Maruc smiled. “Well done you have saved another life. You are Blessed.”
… Damn, his head ached. Feldard groggily raised a hand to the lump on his skull, and gingerly touched the sensitive area. He winced but was grateful he could feel that the bone itself was intact and that his brains weren’t seeping out.
He could hear an old woman praying.
The dwarf opened his eyes, everything was blurry for the first bit, but slowly came into focus as he struggled to sit up. “What happened?”