Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

ramesses had made the offer indirectly; crowfeather had seized it and rejected it at once. a medicine wolf. what a quaint term for so important a role. the boy's eyes had been haunted. he had not come easily to akashingo, and now it seemed he would not stay.
"what makes you believe i think him your superior?" pharaoh tossed back, lightly.
his features smoothed. "you do not trust me, even after you heal the wounds nyra so recently left." but he did not judge with his tones, nor seek to malign. only to know.
"in the hot lands where i was born, physician to pharaoh knew not only healing, but poisons. sleeping draughts. the taste of things put in meat to sicken his king. it was only by the work of physicians and astrologers that my father survived a great illness."
the dark-sea eyes rested soberly upon crowfeather. "i have only respect for those who know medicine."