work.”
“I see,” the slaver murmured. He shot a look at Saliman who nodded slightly,
acknowledging that the metal-master would have to be investigated more closely.
“But, if I follow your program twill be able to use my legs-normally?”
“Oh yes,” Vertan assured him confidently. “The key factor is exercise. Balustrus
remained abed throughout the process, so his joints fused together. If you have
the strength and will to work your legs constantly you should regain full
mobility.”
“Do that for me and I’ll pay you double your fee, however large, without
question or complaint. When can you begin?”
“As soon as your man there takes his leave of our company,” the sorcerer said.
“What?” Saliman exclaimed, rising to his feet. “You said nothing about-“
“I’m saying it now,” Vertan cut him short. “Our methods are generally known, but
our techniques are guarded. If one undisciplined in our order were to learn them
and then attempt to duplicate our efforts without complete understanding of the
signs and dangers, the results would be not only disastrous but demeaning to our
humble order. No-one but the patient may witness what I propose to do. The laws
of our order are most strict about this.”
“Let it pass, Saliman,” Jubal ordered. “I had other plans for you. I get no
pleasure or support from having others see me in this weakened condition-even
you. If I am to rebuild my force I will need two things: my normal physical
health, intact; and current information of happenings in Sanctuary. The healing
is my task; one you cannot help me with. But, for the information I must rely