The Apprentice. Book Ten. The Count-3

My consciousness returned in a jolt—as if someone had splashed cold water on me with a bucket. I lifted my head and looked around. I was lying in my own tent. Funny, I must have 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 up to the waist.

Well, in this world the lack of limbs isn’t a problem. Money would be the issue—and I have it. That means the “life” magicians will grow my legs back. Of course, I’ll have to learn to walk again, but I’ll manage. To be honest, I even thought I was already dead—before they could even carry me out of the dead spot and provide help, I was decomposing too fast, and infection had started spreading through my body at frightening speed.