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“Yes, Creb,” Iza said. “Here’s your willow-bark tea.” Ayla watched the exchange with amazement.
“I thought you said willow bark wouldn’t help much?”
“Nothing will help much. You can try a piece of sweet-rush root to chew, it might do some good. But I doubt it.”
“Some medicine woman! Can’t even cure a toothache,” Creb grumbled.
“I could try burning out the pain,” Iza motioned matter-of-factly.
Creb flinched. “I’ll take the root,” he replied.
The next morning Creb’s face was swollen and puffy, making his one-eyed scarred face more fearsome. His eye was red from lack of sleep. “Iza,” he moaned. “Can’t you do something for this toothache?”
“If you had let me take it out yesterday, the pain would be gone by now,” Iza motioned and went back to stirring a bowl of parched, ground grain, watching bubbles slowly rising with a gentle pukkah, pukkah, pukkah.
“Woman! Have you no feelings? I haven’t slept all night!”
“I know. You kept me awake.”
“Well, do something!” he exploded.
“Yes, Creb,” Iza said. “But, I can’t take it out now until the swelling goes down.”
“Is that all you can think of? Taking it out?”
“I can try one more thing, Creb, but I don’t think I can save the tooth,” she gestured sympathetically. “Ayla, bring me that packet with the splinters of charred wood from the tree that was struck by lightning last summer. We’ll have to lance the gum to reduce the swelling now, before we can get the tooth out anyway. We might as well see if we can burn out the pain.”
Creb shuddered at the instructions the medicine woman gave the girl, then he shrugged. It can’t be much worse than the toothache, he thought.
Iza sorted through the packet of splinters and withdrew two. “Ayla, I want you to get the tip of this one red hot. The end should be like a coal, but still strong enough so it won’t break off. Rake a coal out of the fire and hold the tip next to it until it smolders. But first, I want you to watch how to lance the gum. Hold his lips back for me.”
Ayla did as she was instructed and looked into Creb’s huge open mouth and at the two rows of large worn teeth.
“We puncture the gum with a hard sharp splinter beneath the tooth until the blood flows,” Iza gestured, then demonstrated.
Creb’s hand was clenched into a fist, but he made no sound. “Now, while this is draining, get the other splinter hot.”
Ayla quickly ran to the fire and soon returned with a smoldering ember on the end of the charred splinter. Iza took it, looked at it critically, nodded her head, and motioned to Ayla to hold back his lips again. She inserted the hot point into the cavity. Ayla felt Creb jerk as she heard a sizzle and watched a thin wisp of steam rise out of the large hole in Creb’s tooth.
“There, it’s done. Now we wait to see if that will kill the pain. If not, the tooth will have to come out,” Iza said after she swabbed the wound on Creb’s gum with a mixture of geranium and spikenard-root powders on the tip of her finger.
“It’s too bad I don’t have any of the fungus that is so good for toothaches. Sometimes it will deade
n the nerve, often draw it out. Then I might not have to take the tooth. It’s best to use when it’s fresh, but dried works, and it should be collected at the end of summer. If I find some next year, I’ll show you, Ayla.”
“Does your tooth still ache?” Iza asked the next day.
“It’s better, Iza,” Creb answered hopefully.
“But does it still hurt? If the pain isn’t completely gone, it will just swell up again, Creb,” Iza insisted.
“Well … yes, it still aches,” he admitted, “but not as much. Really, not as much. Why not wait another day or so? I have cast a powerful spell. I have asked Ursus to destroy the bad spirit that is causing the pain.”
“Haven’t you already asked Ursus many times to rid you of that pain? I think Ursus wants you to sacrifice your tooth before he will make the pain stop, Mog-ur,” Iza said.
“What do you know of the Great Ursus, woman?” Creb demanded irritably.
“This woman was presumptuous. This woman knows nothing of the ways of the spirits,” Iza replied with bowed head. Then, looking up at her sibling: “But a medicine woman knows about toothaches. The pain will not stop until the tooth comes out,” she motioned firmly.
Creb turned his back and limped away. He sat on his sleeping fur with his eye closed.
“Iza?” he called out after a while.
“Yes, Creb?”
“You are right. Ursus wants me to give up the tooth. Go ahead. Get it over with.”
Iza walked over to him. “Here, Creb, drink this. It will make the pain less. Ayla, there is a small peg near the packet of splinters and a long piece of sinew. Bring them here.”
“How did you know to have the drink ready?” Creb asked.
“I know Mog-ur. It is hard to give up a tooth, but if Ursus wants it, Mog-ur will give it. It is not the hardest sacrifice he has made to Ursus. A powerful totem is difficult to live with, but Ursus would not have chosen you if you were not worthy.”
Creb nodded and swallowed the drink. It’s from the same plant I use to help men with the memories, he thought. But I think I saw Iza boil it; she makes a decoction rather than an infusion. It’s stronger than when it’s steeped. It has many uses. Datura must be a gift from Ursus. He was beginning to feel the narcotic effects.
