Birdie looked doubtfully at the Elf-Horse Getathane, standing with head down, as blood still trickled down his leg.
"The horse might stand for salves or poltices, but no beast I know of will cooperate while you remove an arrow from their flesh. The horse would have to be drugged to tolerate such a surgery, and I don't know if even Bethberry has enough sleep potion to keep him calm through such a painful procedure. (For Birdie knew that the arrow shaft would have to br broke off, and the head of the arrow pushed out through the flesh, rather then attempting to pull it from the wound.)
Birdie looks speculatively towards the three elves remaining in camp. "It's said that the Elf-Folk have the power to communicate with their animals. Can one of these enchant another Elf's horse enough for us to do this work?"
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