Sadly, I’m no’ a master of any though.” Finally managing to close the saddlebag, he sighed his relief and then glanced to Rory. “I think the truth is that while each o’ us is very good at one thing, ye’re good at many.” “Ye’re selling yerself short, Conny,” Rory said solemnly. The truth is, I’m just good at helping out me brothers. “Dougall said the same thing about me and his horses, and Niels said it about his sheep and wool. Ye’re something o’ a natural at healing, brother.”Ĭonran shook his head with amusement. Ye always seem to ken what I’ll need ere I ask fer it when ye accompany me to visit the ill and ailing.

“Aye, ye have,” Rory agreed, crossing the clearing to join him. “Aye, well, I’ve accompanied ye on enough o’ yer calls to heal others that I’ve picked up a thing or two.” Ye’re even learning the right kinds o’ weeds I need.”Ĭonran grimaced and turned back to continue trying to close his overfull saddlebag. “Celandine poppy?” Rory echoed, and shook his head with a smile. “I found loads of snapdragon, catnip, willow, feverfew and celandine poppy fer ye. Although, to be fair, he had been working out in the practice field of late, building up his strength and skills, he admitted to himself as Rory finally stumbled out into the clearing and greeted him with the question, “How did ye do?”Ĭonran turned from his saddlebag and stepped back to reveal the way it bulged. He was the odd man out in the family-a healer rather than a warrior. Not that Rory would be interested in accompanying them anyway. Which was why he and his other brothers never took him with them when they went on one. He’d be murder on a hunt, Conran thought. He stomped through the woods, snapping branches underfoot like it was his task in life to scare away all wildlife. An Excerpt from The Trouble With Vampires The Trouble With VampiresĬonran heard his brother Rory approaching before he ever spoke.

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