The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

No... Don't want a doctor.

*She shakes her head.*

Do not want you riding across the mire at night to fetch a doctor just for a little cough.

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You will be leaving me unguarded... Besides I refuse to see a land doctor. My aunt is here, her potions are all I will take.

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Dravenore, princesses are stubborn and to go against my lady's wishes will make her more ill. Fetch Kalvos from training, he will soothe her and persuade her to co-operate with the doctor. But to ride out now will make things worse.

*She strokes Philomena's face.*

All this fuss over a little cough! Kalvos doesn't need me to interrupt his training. Why don't you just take me in those big strong arms and put me in my bed. I will be well in the morning.

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*Menippe sits Karina on the rug and gives her the gold rattle to play with.*

Now little one. This is how to make a strengthening potion. Your mother will fuss and strop about having to drink it. She always did.

*The witch smiles and sets up a copper cauldron in the middle of the floor.*

Three pickled starfish. One frozen glutt-eye. Mashed quilly fish liver. Slime weed and plenty of it. Eggs of a searoach, three spoonfuls. Powdered sea pony. Oil of kraken.

*She spits into the cauldron nine times and rainbow flames leap from it. She takes a seagull from a cage.*

Sorry old friend...

*The witch slits its throat and pours the blood into the cauldron. She mumbles under her breath and a green-yellow smoke rises.*

Now simmer for an hour and it will be done.

Hello Philomena, feeling any better? Fancy a night out?

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