“What can I smell?” she asked the Dog, whose nose had often picked up scents and odors that Lirael could neither smell, spell, or imagine. “Very little,” replied the Dog. “Unless you’ve improved recently.” “No,” said Lirael patiently. “There’s a particular smell coming out of the well. A plant, or an herb. But I can’t place it.” Sam sniffed the air and his forehead furrowed in thought. “It’s something used in cooking,” he said. “Not that I’m much of a cook. But I’ve smelled this in the Palace kitchens, when they were roasting lamb, I think.” “It’s rosemary,” said the Dog shortly. “And there is
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Need to double check with my Clariel notes
