“Every day for four weeks, I plucked hairs to etch the number of hollyroot drops in a dose of sanctus into my mind. Anything, everything I could do to remember.'
'You plucked hairs from your head to remember a recipe?'
'Not my head.'
The historian glanced down at the silversaint's crotch, one eyebrow raised.
Gabriel nodded. 'Every day for four weeks.'
'How many hollyroot drops are in a dose of sanctus?'
'Sixteen,' Gabriel answered immediately.
'Good God Almighty, de León.”