Not wanting to leave the patient's side, I send a small army of elementals - under Gnimaor's ostensible command - to the gate to await our guests. Should they prove to be other than what they claim to be, they will find themselves, as they say, "in a world of hurt"; being alternately burned by firestorms, blown away by tornado-force winds, drowned by tidal waves, and buried in avalanches. If it comes to that, I will deal with the damage to the grounds later. Gnimaor alone will have the power to lift the wards after our guests establish their identities.
I smile grimly beneath the mask. Rowan is always professional, but tonight she cannot hide her concern for Star. It shows itself in little things, but I have known her long enough to be able to recognize the signs.
"Milady, would you prefer that I take over?" I know before I ask what her answer will be.
"No, Magnus. I appreciate the offer, but she's my patient, and I promised to take care of her, and the baby."
"As you will, milady. Command me as you will; I will follow your lead."
Following Rowan's direction, I position myself at Star's head and administer the anaesthetic little by little until she is deeply asleep.
Rowan asks for a scalpel and the operation begins…
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