Brother Breandan nods slowly.
"Yes," he concludes reluctantly.
"Yes that seems to be the case. I am not as learned as some of the Brothers about herbs and fungi and such. But I too cannot think of anything that would either. I was suppose that I was still hoping you might have a simple, a mundane, solution so far overlooked."
The Brother plucks distractedly at his robe.
"Folk are often quick to blame evil spirits and dark magics for any misfortune they don't understand. Often it is unjustified I have found. But this is an old land, and the Lord's light has only just arrived. There is magic here that is as old as the land, and some of it dangerous.
"Huw Honey-Voice, he is ... he was the court bard, had something he wanted to tell me apparently. But then came down with the disease and died. I wish I had had the chance to talk to him. He was very knowledgeable about many things, including the old ways. Perhaps then I could have been more helpful.