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Subject: The search for Athelas

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Aryante

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Date Posted: 18:09:55 05/20/02 Mon

She heard his words, and not thinking, fled. Bolting into the palace stables the healer took the fastest horse she could find, Telkontar*. Mounting, she left the city turning to the wood. To anyone passing, it would have been a strange sight. Aryante, bowed low poring the ground for the healing herb Athelas, or Kingsfoil on the tall swift horse.

As she rode it began to rain and the sky grew dark, the drops were big and warm. All sorts of new smells were released into the heavy air and though not being unpleasant Aryante wrinkled her nose. The atmosphere was changing though, as she rode on the air was light, fresh and had a healing smell.

"Athelas!"

She exclaimed shattering the peace and serenity of the summer rain. Birds flew from the trees and animals were unsettled but she had found what she wanted. Dismounting and clawing the ground, the healer relied on her sense of smell enormously. Grabbing a few leaves, she carefully folded them into her saddle bag.

The flight back to the palace was nerve racking because she knew that Deollyn would be distant and almost dead when she ran through the door and every stride made would make a difference.

Bursting into the room, Aryante was breathing heavily. Handing the valuble leaves to her king she bowed and left the room. She would wait outside with everyone else.

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*Strider

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