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The Seer's Wolf20 As he ran through the house to the bathroom, Irena called out to him. He ignored her. ‘Ralph, what’s happened?’ she called again. In the bathroom he cooled his arms in the running water. Now Irena stood close by, gaping at him. ‘I’ve just had a dose of DDT. Someone left the bloody stuff on the shelf in the shed. Fell and spilt on me.’ ‘Let’s see!’Irena said, taking his arm, examining. ‘Your old problem’s back—those sores—they’re not just mosquito bites. Why didn’t you show me before Ralph?’ He could see she looked hurt, she’d always attended to his medical needs, and he’d kept this outbreak to himself. Irena took a soft towel and dabbed his skin. ‘There must be something, some herb,’ she murmured. ‘Ralph, you must keep your arms covered,’ she added sternly. Φ The wife wasn’t giving up on his arms, Ralph thought. Well, he’d take a look at the book she called her Herb Bible, himself. She kept it on the mantelpiece, and yet he’d never opened it. He flipped through the pages looking for a suitable subject heading. Then he noticed a wad of folded paper tucked in a pocket under the back flap; he took it out, unfolded it. The handwriting, somewhat faded, was Irena’s. He read: I wished I’d come from a well-off family. I would have trained as a nurse at the Great Ormond Street Hospital in London. I’d be using medical instruments, taking temperatures, giving injections, medications. Instead I followed my father around with a horse and cart. A rags and bone man he was and always would be. My mother died when I was small. Pa had come to rely on me. But I am very interested in the study and use of herbal remedies. It is deeply satisfying. When I was a child I listened to the folklore. It was the beginning of my long journey into the kingdom of plants and their secrets.

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