Madora
knew exactly what the Alvaine spoke of and leapt up and sped off in search of
Gailondia for the beautiful healer.
She did not have to go far to find it, and
kneeling at the edge of a clearing she cut several leaves of it with the
pocketknife she carried with her.
It was only when she stood up that she looked about her, and the sight made her want to be sick.
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