Lord of the Blade by Elizabeth Rose

Author:Elizabeth Rose
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: castles, historical romance, medieval, medieval romance, servant, series, blade, legacy of the blade, historical, shapeshifting, lord, raven, sorcerer
Published: 2013-02-16T14:46:50.500962+00:00

"Quick, Devon, hand me that bowl."

Devon reached for the cooling broth of herbs to which Heartha pointed. It had felt good to once again be near her, however the work was now doubled, and talking was scarce as the servants rushed around the kitchen trying to prepare the extra food that was needed for their guests.

She eyed the guard watching her from the door and wished he would leave. If only she could get some sound advice from Heartha. She felt like a caged bird with the cat watching over her in case she should try to fly.

"What is this?" asked Devon looking at the bowl. "A new concoction to mesmerize the taste buds of that handsome Lord Cedric?" She mused with her guardian, and pretended to play matchmaker the same way Heartha had done to her with Delwynn.

"Far from it." Heartha wiped her hands in her apron, and tucked a stray gray curl of hair back under her cap. As Devon handed the bowl to Heartha, a strong, pungent very familiar odor filled her nostrils.

"Heartha,” she asked. “Of what does this consist?"

"'Tis naught but a combination of herbs and squill."

Squill? Oh yes, that red oniony looking flesh that now floated to the top of the dish.

"You have made this before, haven't you?"

"Aye, my child, every time one of Sefton's bitches goes into labor. He hates to see them suffer, so I make it to ease their pain. But ’tis a chore getting the bitter potion down their throats."

She strained the liquid into a bottle, and handed it to the kennel boy who awaited patiently. "Now remember," she reminded him, "tell Sefton ta use it in small doses. I don't want him ta come blamin' me for poisoning his favorite bitch."

Poison! Of course. Now she knew why the pungent smell of the potion seemed so familiar. It was the same smell that nauseated her the night she spilled the baron's healing herbs.

"Heartha? Can that potion kill a man?"

"Aye, I s’pose so." She washed her hands and scurried across the room to finish plucking the feathers from a goose. Devon followed closely behind. "Too much of anything is no good. Too much of that over a period of time would be fatal." She pushed the goose towards Devon, and handed her a sharp knife. "Why do you ask, sweetie?"

"Do a lot of people know of its potency?" She looked down at the goose, knowing Heartha intended for her to gut it. Squeamishly, she pushed it towards a young lad preparing others, and with a flirtatious smile, handed him the knife.

"'Tis no secret, I s'pose. Actually, I learned the potion from Orrick. My daughter, Wilona, used it in small doses often when she helped to deliver many a babe. Even the baroness asked that she be given it when the time came for her to give birth."

Devon never knew Wilona, but remembered Heartha once telling her that it was her own midwife daughter that delivered Malcomn.

"Did Orrick have many friends?"

Heartha quickly grabbed

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