I have many essences in my place, liquors and banes. There is a little stone jar in the chest; a drop or two out of it is good for the old men’s pain in the limbs, but more than a drop or two and the heart stops. Your Eshkir has questioned me about these things and, since she is to be the wife of the chief’s son, I have answered her.” The dark had grown sharp edged, and the wine sour in my throat. “Well, Kotta?” “The stone jar has gone with your bride,” said Kotta. “She took it.
