The man was slumped against a rock, quite clearly dead where he lay; Keigh groaned and started to turn back to the road, but Adrethel caught her sleeve and tugged her back. "You give up too easily, girl," she scolded.

As Keigh watched, the old woman went and knelt heavily by the dead man's side, and reached out to place one hand on his forehead. For a moment Keigh believed Lyolus the cartographer to be alive after all, and Adrethel to be using her healing arts to pull him back from the brink of death. Then the man sat up too sharply, eyes wide and staring and lit from within by eerie blue witchlight.

Keigh stumbled back, clasping her own throat as if she could throttle back the scream threatening to build in her chest. "You - I thought - you-"

Adrethel glanced back, unimpressed. "Told you, didn't I? The only difference between healing the living and raising the dead is the timing."