Iltherian's Sword - Chapter 13
Damarie snarled, glaring into space as a half-elven archer attempted to heal the wound Pery had inflicted.
The archer sat back, slightly paler than he'd been before. For an elf, even one of the half-elven, it was tantamount to pouring down with sweat. He shook his head, "I cannot heal it all the way; there is something hindering me."
Damarie shrieked, sweeping items cluttering the tabletop in front of her off, "It's that little bitch's fault! She poisoned that blade. Now it's going to scar," she smashed her fists into the table. "Damn her. I'm going to string her up by her entrails!"
"Ah, good," a new amused voice answered. As if the voice were a sedative, the energy and people in the room immediately calmed, "I like to hear such initiative. Here let me look at that."
The archer yielded his position with a respectful bow and sat nearby, watching the woman as she examined Damarie's wound. There was a moment of silence before the woman murmured, "Oh my, you do not see this often nowadays."
"See what?" Damarie demanded, looking cross-eyed down at her shoulder.
"Poison from the sap of the blackroot tree," the woman commented. "A moment and I shall have this healed with no scar, but first..."
She reached an elegant hand into the pouch attached to her girdle, withdrawing a tiny phial filled with a bright violet liquid. She allowed three bright drops to fall on a fingertip before drawing it along the wound. She caught the interested gaze of the archer and smiled, "Bile from a dark goddess boiled down with the water of a palm fruit."
"Ah," the archer nodded, sitting back and let the woman finish healing Damarie.
Damarie was still muttering furious invectives at Pery under her breath. The woman regarded her with amusement for a moment then commanded, "Enough, my dear. There shall be ample time for revenge, I'm sure, that what I have in mind will cause her pain nonetheless."
Damarie's eyes lit up, as if she was a child who had been offered as many sweet cakes as she could eat, "Oh really? Please, go on..."