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Even more tension left SimusтАЩs body at that news. He took another sip from his mug. тАЬAny news?тАЭ

Joden shook his head. тАЬI have had none.тАЭ

Simus looked at me and raised both eyebrows. I saw no harm. тАЬAll I know is that the Warlord arrived
about midday to talk peace.тАЭ

Simus thought about that. тАЬYou are wrong, little healer. The Warlord is here to talk surrender.тАЭ



Chapter 3


P r e v io u s T o p




N e x t




As I walked back to the castle that night along the garden path, I felt strangely invigorated. The tiredness
that I had felt before had dissipated as quickly as it had come. Before leaving the tents, IтАЩd finished the
mug of kavage, once IтАЩd laced it with milk and honey. A strange herb. I wondered if it held healing
properties.

Since there seemed little chance that I would sleep any time soon, I went to the castle stillroom off the
kitchen area. I waved to Anna as I entered the kitchen, snagged a bowl of stew and some bread, and
retreated into the dim recess to eat. I was starving, and couldnтАЩt remember if IтАЩd eaten at midday or not.

Perched on my stool, I ate quickly. The room with its rows of shelves and worktables was cool and
quiet. The candle lamp only lit the small area around me. IтАЩd light the rest when I started working. The
scent of the spicy stew filled my senses, canceling out the scent of medicines and mixtures. As I wolfed
down the food, I looked about, making plans. IтАЩd concentrate on the medicinal recipes. If the fighting
started back up, I would need all that I had on hand, and more. The lotions and perfumes could wait
awhile.

Hours later the braziers were hot and the mixtures brewing. Water and willow bark were in one kettle
boiling down to make feverтАЩs foe. Another pot held the ingredients for the scar mixture, once IтАЩd filched
goatsтАЩ milk from the larder. As I stirred some of the orchid root mixture, I heard horns blowing. I
stopped, listening, but they did not repeat. The Warlord must be leaving out the main gates. If that was
the case, theyтАЩd been at it a long time. I breathed a silent prayer to the Goddess that things had gone
well. XymundтАЩs pride had caused him to do foolish things in the past. But Lord Marshall Warren was a
good man. I hoped he would see the wisdom to peace.

The bubbling pots and the homey smells relaxed me in a way that nothing else could. While I enjoy caring