Chapter Nine
He rode as hard as the horse would go. At the cottage, Callista was sitting by the fire sharpening a curved dagger and singing a soft melody.
The horse had barely stopped, and Marl was off and said, “I’ve got the stuff for Jenson, where is Raina?”
“She’s sleeping, but I’ll brew up what we need,” Callista said with a nod to a small table with the other ingredients in little piles ready to go. “It will take all night, as the uddeomille needs to be added in incredibly small increments over time to let the potion build to the strength we need.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You could put the horse away. She looks beat. I have everything I need, but after that, if you want to keep me company, it might help pass the time.”
Marl didn’t mind putting away the horse. At t
