Nepal, June 22 -- Drink this," the old lady said to the knight, who, though wounded, was still distrustful.

"Drink, drink, you have nothing to fear from me. Look at me! I cannot harm you any more than help you. The least I can do is give you this nectar. Trust me, it will help."

The knight looked her over once more. The old lady looked innocent enough. She had a warm look on her face, and the weeds and flowers in the basket she was carrying were enough evidence to show that she was simply wandering the woods for personal reasons. Despite the gnawing voice in his head which told him to pass it up and keep shut, he gently grabbed the cup she had carried near his face and drank from it. It tasted surprisingly good and, wait, what was this?...