‘Martel didn’t summon it,’ she replied. ‘It was sent to do his bidding by someone else.’

‘It amounts to almost the same thing then, doesn’t it?’

‘Not exactly. The Damork is only marginally under Martel’s control.’

‘But all this happened ten years ago,’ Kurik shrugged. ‘What difference does it make now?’

‘You’re missing the point. Kurik,’ she replied gravely. ‘We thought that the Damork had appeared only recently, but it was here in Cippria ten years ago, before anything we’re involved with now even began.’

‘I don’t quite follow you,’ he admitted.

Sephrenia looked at Sparhawk. ‘It’s you, dear one,’ she said in a deadly quiet voice ‘It’s not me or Kurik or Ehlana or even Flute. The Damork attacks have all been directed at you. Be very, very careful, Sparhawk. Azash is trying to kill you.’

Chapter 19

Doctor Voldi was a fussy little man in his sixties. His hair was thinning on top, and he had carefully combed it forward to conceal the fact. It was quite obvious that he dyed it to hide the encroaching grey. He removed his dark cloak, and Sparhawk saw that he wore a white linen smock. He smelled of chemicals, and he had an enormous opinion of himself.

It was quite late when the little physician was ushered into the abbot’s littered study, and he was struggling without much success to cover his irritation at having been called out at that hour. ‘My Lord Abbot,’ he stiffly greeted the black-bearded churchman with a jerky little bow.

‘Ah, Voldi,’ the abbot said, rising to his feet, ‘so good of you to come.’

‘Your monk said that the matter was urgent, my Lord. May I see the patient?’

‘Not unless you’re prepared to make a very long journey, Doctor Voldi,’ Sephrenia murmured.

Voldi gave her a long, appraising look. ‘You appear not to be a Rendor, madame,’ he noted. ‘Styric, I should say, judging from your features.’

‘Your eyes are keen, Doctor.’

‘I’m sure you remember this fellow,’ the abbot said, pointing at Sparhawk.

The doctor looked blankly at the big Pandion. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I can’t say that-’ Then he frowned. ‘Don’t tell me,’ he added, absently brushing his hair forward with the palm of his hand. ‘It was about ten years ago, wasn’t it? Weren’t you the one who’d been knifed?’

‘You have a good memory, Doctor Voldi,’ Sparhawk said. ‘We don’t want to keep you out too late, so why don’t we get down to cases? We were referred to you by a physician in Borrata. He greatly respects your opinion in certain areas.’ Sparhawk quickly appraised the little fellow and decided to apply a bit of judicious flattery. ‘Of course, we’d have probably come to you anyway,’ he added. ‘Your reputation has spread far beyond the borders of Rendor’