"You must rest," Anfey said, pulling the blanket over Urter.
"My lord—"
"I know, I know," Anfey said softly. He patted Urter on the shoulder and said, "Rest now, and we can talk later."
"It's my fault," Urter said, shaking his head. "I should have taken the Wheel of Life." Even after he drank water from the Spring of Life, he still appeared very old and withered.
"You held it for a moment and what it did to you..." Anfey said, shaking his head. "You wouldn't be here talking to me if you had taken it out of the labyrinth." He paused and sighed. "How did Minos manage to use the Wheel over and over again without dying?"
"Maybe it's just because I'm too weak," Urter said with a frown.
"Perhaps," Anfey said. "We will find out. Rest. I need your help."
"What can I do?" Urter asked. His eyes widened and he perked up slightly.