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He frowned a bit, then his face cleared. "Not to use it on a dirty wound. It will seal the dirt
inside, if you are not careful." He bit his lip. "I could not have used it on your feet."

"That's right," I nodded. "And it's dangerous to use on a gut wound for the same reasons.
Marcus grunted at that. "Does it have to be fresh?"

"I was told that it works just as well dried, just not quite so quickly."

"I can think of other uses." Isdra smiled slyly. "It would be handy at moon times. Would it
grow on the Plains?"

I flushed, uncomfortable even as I shrugged. She spoke so casually about something that
wasn't discussed out loud by my people. At least, not in mixed company.

Epor had dismounted, and was looking at the leaves he was holding. His horse nosed his hand,
but threw its head up when he offered it the leaves. "Would it work on a horse?"

"Why is it always about horses with you people?" I snapped, suddenly irritated.

There was an uncomfortable silence. The surprised looks on their faces made my pique vanish.
I looked down at Marcus's back and mumbled. "I don't know."

Gils, bless his youth, was oblivious. "I's filled my bag, Warprize." His arms were filled with his
pickings. "I's can fill another, if you want?"

"That would be good." I looked around, amazed to see that the little plant was spread through
the grass as far as I could see. "Two handfuls in each warrior's kit would be useful in case of
injury."

Gils quickly handed out his crop, making sure that each had at least two handfuls. Even
Marcus took a supply. Gils placed his own in his saddlebags and then mounted. "I'll pass the
word, Warprize. Two handfuls"

"Tell them to dry it well, Gils." I called after him as he galloped off. "We'll see to Cadr once
we stop for the night."

Rafe mounted up as well, and Marcus headed us back toward the army at a more sedate walk.
"Hisself will not like his warriors stopping to pick posies."

"They all have to pass water at some point, don't they?" I pointed out.

Rafe laughed, but Marcus just grunted.

As we returned to our position in the flowing mass of warriors, Marcus was careful to thread
his way back into the direct center. Rafe and Prest rode ahead of us a little ways, and Epor and
Isdra faded behind us. They didn't really try to maintain any kind of position, since there were
warriors all around us. I shifted, trying to get comfortable, and tried not to sigh in Marcus's
ear.

Marcus must have heard me, for he cleared his throat. "Epor meant no offense, Warprize,