It really was that simple. Of all the poisons to be struck with, black grass was rather simple to cure, as long as the antidote was given quickly enough. But given the speed with which the poison took a life, and how easily black grass itself was gathered, and how few people were capable of preparing the proper antidote, it still had a great deal of attraction for would-be assassins, depending on their job.
With the mixture ground up sufficiently, she pulled out a small wooden teaspoon, and measured the appropriate amount. And then, even so gently, she pulled Verdant's jaw open, and set the mixture on the back of his tongue. This would be the difficult part – getting him to swallow. If the poison had taken a strong hold of him already, it would complicate matters.
