This must be Larc's mother, "You have a fine son my lady. Larc is a son that any mother would be proud to have." Letting my eyes fall towards the floor I continued, "I'm sorry that I couldn't also return your husband to you as well."
She tugged on my hand and I lifted my gaze to hers again. There was no condemnation to be found in her eyes. Looking deeply into my eyes she said, "Wilton knew the risks. We both did. I lay no blame for what happened to him on you, but instead I rejoice at the miracle in having my son returned to me. Thank you for allowing yourself to be a part of the Creator's plan in saving my son and all those other children too!"
With that said she released my hand and stepped back making way for a stately dressed older councilman, who had come up as I had been talking. He had a small neatly trimmed white beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul.
He stepped forward laying a hand to my shoulder and directed me with a gesture of his hand towards an antechamber door off of the main hall. "Affairs of state can wait this man needs attending to! Clear out and get someone useful in here that knows what they're doing, when it comes to being a healer! Make way there!"
I followed in the wake of the steely and somewhat cranky councilman. The interested people before us moved into action to heed his wishes.
A short time later I found myself sitting on a table in an antechamber room, with an elderly man that I took to be a healer and a capable looking woman, who was assisting him.
"Lie back son. Can't be having a hero dying on us now can we. Wouldn't look good for my reputation."
The old healer said chuckling raspily as he continued, "Not that I care about my reputation any."
I lay back on the table and let him remove the makeshift bandage that Seth had made. He muttered to himself disgustedly at either the condition of the bandage, or the wound, or maybe both.
"You may be a hero in the flesh, but you're a dumb fool when it comes to brains boy! Riding all night with a wound like this!"
Lying back on the table I smiled to myself. I may be a dumb fool, but there was no doubt in my mind that someone bigger than me was pulling the strings of my life. If it was foolish for me to follow the path that the Creator had set down before me then let me increase in the foolishness this world thought it to be, as I sought the wisdom of the Creator's will for my life.