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of the patients, and sending them to the healer currently specializing in that particular injury, or whichever associate was available, and occasionally performing a quick healing when none else could. The needs of the patient always holds the priority, was a tenet he and Jennel shared.
    This was one of four large rooms, all of which were filled to capacity, dedicated to healing those injured in the battle taking place at Mount Shantear. Light was provided by glowing spheres floating near the ceiling. Hundreds of wounded Accomplisheds and thousands of Sentinels were in need of treatment with more arriving by the minute. Each of them was under the influence of the spell, Sleep Time, cast upon them either by whoever conveyed them to the holding area beneath Center Court, or the Talented assigned to bring them into one of the four treatment wards, and some of them by the Maestro before he went on to conduct the Grand Symphonies. Jennel had been going from wardroom to wardroom, making sure her standards were being maintained, and taking the time to stop and heal patients as the situation warranted.
    Fifty associate healers and every available Talented in the guild, currently one hundred eighty-three, were helping her with the daunting task of healing the mass casualties, yet only six of those Accomplisheds were former members of the Aloe Guild, four of which were working in the three other wards. Each Accomplished was familiar with the relevant Symphonic spells composed by Maestro Benhannon and was therefore competent to render aid, but only the few trained as Aloes had the experience of dealing with healing on this scale. They all wore, as did Jennel, silver on blue silks and a silver belt and buckle with the falcon in flight clutching a lightning bolt emblem in the center of the oval, and a spelled-silver canteen filled with water. The Talenteds’ belts, buckles, and canteens were spelled-copper. The spelled-metals would never tarnish or need polishing. Jennel’s hood was laid back, held by a braid twisted from her long saffron-colored hair, revealing a fair Lobenian complexion, and most importantly her hazel eyes.
    One hundred-three years of her life had been devoted to the healing arts as an Accomplished of the Aloe Guild, two years as an Intern, twelve as a Practitioner, and eighty-nine years as a Senior Practitioner. That was until a little over seventeen years ago when she was captured by several Accomplisheds of the Serpent Guild and turned into an Aakademned. Her location, she would never call it a home, from that point until recently had been in whatever tunnels or caverns required her presence within Mount Tirana.
    Although she was now many cubits underground in the Health Wing of the Benhannon Northland Holding, near the border Ducaun shared with Pentrosa, she could hear the animals that had been linked to the mind of the Maestro let out a cacophony of howls, roars, screeches, and other sounds of outrage and fear echoing through the halls from up above. She had only bonded, her word for the process, six cats and six owls, leaving two pairs at each of the Maestro’s holdings. With enough concentration focused on one of the animals, she could see, feel, and hear everything the creature sensed, and all of them in turn could feel her presence. That being the case, it was as obvious as a smiling child’s missing front tooth that Daniel’s creatures experienced the same feeling as she concerning him and therefore knew something to be wrong.
    Jennel’s thoughts flashed back to the recent past, all traces of gender had been ripped away, leaving open sores that never fully healed. Her skull had been flattened, eye sockets extended out like a pair of long distance opticals, and the vertebrae in the neck had been fused so she was forced to turn her entire body just to see what was beside her, on legs shrunken and made thicker than they had been prior to the assault. The spell, Condemnation, had made her nothing more than a