Kneeling, Cilia put her hand on the girl’s chest. She couldn’t feel a heartbeat.

Bringing someone back from the dead was beyond even the power of the gods. This girl’s soul was waiting to be escorted to the underworld.

Detrick then came running up to the group. He was breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat after chopping wood for the winter stores.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Cilia looked up at him pleadingly, her ...