Wolfe spent the remainder of the afternoon repairing the damage to the staff of the Palace, and only managed to finish an hour after dinner service, just before the deep red sun sunk from the sky. Rail had long since given up on standing by the door to keep the line in order, and was relaxed in a recliner, reading while Wolfe worked and sporadically calling in a new client.
But they didn't get to head home yet. The King's Envoy had brought them a message earlier requesting their presence at a Council Meeting at nightfall. The Ministers had all brought members of their families who had been injured in the succession battle to be healed.
These ones should actually be easier, as they were all combat wounded, so it would be mostly scar tissue interfering with the natural flows. That was much easier than genetic disorders, imperfect compatibility among mixed bloodlines, and the dozens of other factors that had led to improperly developed mana systems among the servants.
