Hyssop!

Dearest Millicent, At first, I regarded Nessa as nothing more than an irritating weed, but now I see she is a blight on the landscape. And we druids cannot abide such foul contagion. Better to purge the sickness with fire! Today, before Master Ovate she claimed: “Oh Millicent, you’ve mixed too much tincture of Hyssop in your brew. Now the wounds will not mend. It shall be thick as common ointment!” Common?! Common like her cheap robes and pauper’s smile? Be still, my heart, I shall see her downfall! I swear it! -Millicent Taylor