The Apprentice. Book Ten. Count-3

My consciousness returned with a jerk, as if someone had splashed me with a bucket of cold water. Looking around, I saw myself lying in my own tent. So it seems, I stayed in the fortress in my carriage. First thing I did was look at my legs—and I let out a sad sigh: they were gone, completely—almost all the way up to my waist.

Well, in this world the absence of limbs isn’t a problem. If you have money—which I do—then the life magicians will grow my legs back. Of course, I’ll have to learn to walk again, but I can handle that.

Honestly, I even thought I was dead: they wouldn’t have time to drag me out of the dead spot and help me. I started decomposing too quickly, and the infection was spreading through my body at frightening speed.