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Crowfeather was not a happy man. She knew better than anyone else that expression, the smile that did not reach the eyes. She gave him a sympathetic look in return, smiling a bit wryly as he mentioned the woods, then returning her face to affability as he spoke of herbs.

The woods were once my home, Maegi explained. But I will never live there again. And she left it at that.

As far as plants. . . He's half-right, she said, shrugging. My father was a poisoner, and he taught me some of what he knew. I've experimented, here and there; I know what plants can hurt and kill. And I suppose I do know the basics. . .moss for wounds, and so on.

Her brows lifted slightly. Is there anything in particular you want to know?