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Torments of the MindKrishtar slowed to a trot. The forest had thinned substantially and a great expanse of tough, rolling grass unfolded to the north, south, and east. A whole new world lay prostrate before Santha and she almost cried out in despair at its vastness.
‘Biahnd, wake up.’ She shook the little dog like a ragdoll. ‘Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.’ Biahnd did not stir.
An idea came to her. Rummaging through a saddlebag, her hand came in contact with something cool and smooth. She pulled the glass phial of Jon’s wort from the pouch and shook the amber liquid inside, trying to recall Dandon’s instruction.
Was it few drops under the tongue or at the back of the throat?
Bah. What did it matter?
Santha pulled the stopper. Holding the tincture in one hand, she p
