Dungannon said:
"No son, you've done good. We'll take care of the matter from here. Don't worry, I'll definitely remember you next time I need a messenger."
The boy had a puzzled look on his face until he realized that he'd just made half a shield for doing, essentially, nothing. At that, beamed.
"Yes, sir!", he said. Nodding and touching his forehead, he continued,
"Just send for Paul Hoon, and I'll come running. Any time, sir!" He nodded and left the room, barely remembering to close the door behind him. Five whole pennies! Why, he could get some hair ribbons for Jendriska, she'd like him after that. And a new slingshot, and...
Dungannon said:
Devlin then goes over to Ryland to try and hasten his recovery.
It took another 20 minutes, or maybe a half hour, but Ryland finally came around enough to recognize Devlin and his own name. Maybe whatever Kamdar had slipped them was just more effective on gnomes, it was hard to say. But at length, the 2/3rd's of the team that wasn't stricken by the flu found themselves in Devlin's room, bereft of the orb, Brigit, Kamdar, and the solution to the mystery that would get Vagan off their back once and for all: Who killed Furlong Archer?