A smile spreads over Bethberry's face, which then breaks out into a hearty chuckle in spite of the weariness and soreness visible on her face.
Point taken, Birdie. You be the judge of your own care. But I warn you, hang around the wizard long enough and you will see water burn, I promise you.
Gandalf, see if Getathane will let you use some of the water with the agrimony and yarrow to wash his wound.
[ July 11, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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