And in the last three weeks this has gone from having all white flowers and small clusters into, you know, kind of the later part of its life cycle. And it's really dangerous to consume.
Things could go horribly wrong on the mountain. Cliffs appeared suddenly. Feral horses, belonging to my grandfather, ran wild over thick banks of water hemlock, and there were more than a few rattlesnakes.
" North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago" .