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conjured from mullein.
At first nothing happened. Ethan considered trying
the spell again with more leaves. But then the boy’s
eyelids fluttered, and he let out a low groan.
Instantly, Elli was by Ethan’s side. “I thought I heard
him.”
“You did,” Ethan said. “He should be awake before
long.”
Holin moaned again, opened his eyes and then
closed them. A moment later, he shifted beneath the
blankets, looking and sounding far more like a sleeping
boy than like a child caught in the thrall of a conjurer.
“The Lord be praised,” Elli said. Tears flowed freely
down her face, and for once she made no effort to hide
them from Ethan.
“He looks like he’ll be all right now,” Ethan said. He
climbed to his feet, feeling old and sore and wearier
than he would have thought possible. His clothes were
as soaked as Holin’s had been, and he realized that he
was shivering. “I should go.”
“The tea is almost ready,” Elli said. “And there are
some clothes in the back room that belonged to John.