Wil returns to the Orderhouse in a contemplative mood, wondering at everything Eadric had said as well as whether the Seer had woken up yet. The corridors looked and felt normal, but as he passed through the large arched doorway leading to the infirmary he as yanked sideways by a powerful if one-handed pull. "Wil! Wil, wait!" Cyrward tightens his grip on Wil's arm. "Don't go in just yet. Tell me the news! We need to plan." "Why, what's happened?" "He's awake!" "Really?" "Yes! So come on, tell me about the troops! I need to think about what to ask him." Wil scowls. "He's not a wish-granter from a fairy story, Cyrward."