CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEThe Unwanted Weed
I lost track of time as the women bathed me in a tub of water laced with the scent of nectar. Lavender floated on the surface along with other recognisable healers. The herbs soothed my aching bones and lessened the rawness of my cuts. Myriad bruises littered my body like blue tracks and my fingers and toes took an age to lose their numbness. The tingling seemed harder to bear than the lack of feeling and I closed my eyes and sank lower into the water.
“Is that better, Lady?” The little voice piped from the side of the tub and I forced myself to pay attention.
“Much,” I replied, sounding tired.
She pointed at my nakedness and giggled. “Don’t you mind us staring?” she demanded.
“Hush, Lily!” a nearby woman hissed, widening her eyes in warning. “It’s
