Tathan was lying on his back and couldn’t see. He tried to reach for his sword, but something was on top of his body, holding him down. “Unghh . . .”
“It’s all right, Master Tathan. You are safe now.” Sir Danth’s voice was everywhere, rattling through Tathan’s head.
“Sword . . . need . . .” Tathan couldn’t be without the sword. It was a part of him and he needed it to fight off the danger. He tried to open his eyes, but they were crusty and stuck together.
“You want your sword?” Sir Danth’s voice came from just to the right of Tathan. It still rattled in his head though. “Your sword was recovered and I have kept it near. Here you are.”
Tathan felt the pressure holding him down lessen a bit. Then the hilt of his sword was placed in his hand. He couldn’t lift it, or even do more than weakly squeeze it, but that was enough. Tathan felt consciousness leave once more.