I nodded along as he spoke, envisioning my own circulatory system in my mind, trying to picture the course of my blood with each beat of my heart. “So I would have to visualize the healing as though I were doing it myself, directing the body systems that are done subconsciously, stemming the flow, forming platelets . . . .” My voice trailed off as I remembered that the eleventh-century doctor before me would not know what platelets were. This had to be a power from Wuotan, for in modern terms, it sounded completely unfeasible. It could be similar to time travel in one way, for when I had used the Torstein, I had been required to picture the exact time and place in my mind, erasing all distractions.
Augustin tilted his head at me. “Are you ready to try it yourself?”
I flinched a little, h
