Gurrin tried to stand up and found that his back right leg would not move. Pain also filled his head again. He collapsed back onto the sand.
"You won't be getting away, though," said the other Molpy. "Turazal and I are making sure of that."
"Turazal, watch him while I go tell LaPetite he's awake," said the Molpy. He turned and marched away from Gurrin. Gurrin followed him with his eyes as he walked over to a small human figure kneeling in the sand. She was the one weeping, holding her beret in her hands and twisting it back and forth.
"She's crying over the grave of the Molpy killed in the battle," said a voice behind him -- Turazal. "Antlem, my comrade... killed by one of your comrades."
The other Molpy was speaking quietly to LaPetite. The girl didn't look up, but said softly, "Take him into the castle."
The Molpy began walking back to Gurrin. "Segla!" he called. "We need some help."
Another Molpy, a female, joined him and Turazal.
"LaPetite says to move him inside," said the Molpy. "We'll have to carry him. He can't walk."
The three Molpies lifted Gurrin up from the sand and carried him through the Sandcastle gate.
They laid him down in a corner.
"Makarga?" called LaPetite.
"Yes, milady?" the first Molpy called back.
"Figure out what's wrong with his leg."
Makarga moved to Gurrin's backside and lifted his body again.
"Well, that's easy," he said to the other Molpies. "It's broken." He raised his voice and called to LaPetite, "It's broken!"
"Fix it," she called back.
Makarga grunted. "If it were up to me I'd break the other three," he muttered. "Alright, you two help me set the bone."
The three Molpies were not very careful as they maneuvered Gurrin's leg bone back into place. He gave a yelp. The process was completed quickly, leaving Gurrin moaning in pain.
Segla went away and returned with a strip of cloth. She tied it tightly around Gurrin's leg.
"Okay, that's done," said Makarga. "Turazal and I will keep watching him."
Segla began walking away.
"Segla!" Makarga called after her. "See if you can get LaPetite to come inside and sleep. She needs it."
Segla nodded and left the castle.
The other two settled on either side of Gurrin to keep watch... as if there was any chance of him escaping.
"I'm worried about the rising Sea¹," said Makarga.
"Yeah, LaPetite can't keep building farther up forever," said Turazal.
"Hey, you," Makarga nudged Gurrin. "Your Dark Lord wouldn't have anything to do with the Sea¹ rising, would he?"
"I might have heard something about it," Gurrin muttered.
"I think LaPetite is planning something with that platform," said Makarga, pointing upward. Gurrin lifted his head -- it was getting less painful -- and saw that, though the Sandcastle had no roof, there was something blocking his view of the sky.
"What could she do, turn it into a raft?" said Turazal.
"Maybe," said Makarga.
"But would that be a good idea?" said Turazal. "It might just float out to Sea -- with her on it!"
"Yes," said Makarga. "We'll have to be there to keep that from happening."
They fell silent for a long while. Gurrin was starting to fall asleep when Turazal spoke again. "What do we do about... him?"
"Don't know," said Makarga. "Can't let him go back to his master -- we're outnumbered already. I'd kill him if LaPetite would let me."
"Hmm," said Turazal.
"It'll be a lot harder to guard him once his leg heals."
"Could we build a cage of some sort?"
There was silence again.
"Really," said Makarga, "the best thing would be for LaPetite to go back to her people. The Sea is no place for a girl her age when the Dark Lord is stirring."
"Remember the tales of ancient times -- when a Halfling went alone into the land of the second Dark Lord to save the world back then?" said Turazal.
"He was just small, not a young child," said Makarga.
The two fell silent again, and Gurrin drifted off to sleep.