We eventually rode up to a building whose lights cast a warm glow from its windows. I remember the sharp stop of Talon's horse in front of the doors, and the sound of running feet as healers came to tend to me. The prince, himself, slid down off his mount still holding me in his arms. He carried me up the stairs, and into a large hall. I was placed in an alcove with a flowing, white curtain in place of a door. I was laid on my stomach, on a white marble slab covered with clean cloths.