Gustav Klimt The Virgin

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and folded her dark wings around herself, the old man got up and moved around from shelf to shelf and jar to jar and box to box, here tapping out a spoonful of powder, there adding a pinch of herbs, in the order in which the daemon had visited them.
He tipped all the ingredients into a mortar and ground them up together, muttering a spell as he did so. Then he tapped the pestleAma, taking the package and placing it in the pocket of her innermost shirt. "I wish I had another honey bread to give you."
"One is enough," said the healer. "Now go, and next time you come, tell me the whole truth, not part of it."
The girl was abashed, and bowed very low to hide her confusion. She hoped she hadn't given too much away.
Next evening she hurried to the valley as soon as she could, carrying some sweet rice wrapped in a heart-fruit leaf. She was bursting to tell the woman on the ringing edge of the mortar, dislodging the final grains, and took a brush and ink and wrote some characters on a sheet of paper. When the ink had dried, he tipped all the powder onto the inscription and folded the paper swiftly into a little square package."Let them brush this powder into the nostrils of the sleeping child a little at a time as he breathes in," he told her, "and he will wake up. It has to be done with great caution. Too much at once and he will choke. Use the softest of brushes.""Thank you, Pagdzin tulku" said