Sir Blaze had sent the recipe from border where the same illness had swept through the soldiers on guard. Seth had grumbled at first upon reading it, but set to work mixing it straight away with Delia and Echo. It amused Delia that Seth had actually written to Blaze first about the situation. While he was more open than people realized to trying new ideas, people often feared approaching him due to his grouchiness. “It’s his way of coping with life,” Echo had explained once. “For some reason he feels he needs to lash out at others before they lash out at him. Alexa said he was like that, even as a child.” “Yes and at times I think it also amuses him to watch people tiptoe around him,” Delia added. “That too, but you and I have learned not to tiptoe.” “What are you two gossiping about in here?” Seth demanded, returning to the infirmary with a small barrel of honey. “Did you steal that from the kitchen?” Echo asked, her eyes wide. “It’s coveted by the cooks at this time of year.
