It's tincture, made from the lobelia plant. An ancient remedy for poisonous bites.
A cure? We hope.
Do you really think it will have some effect?
It's our last resort, sire.
Perhaps you should allow him to rest.
I will not leave him.
This is only the beginning.
The prince lives.
I thought we'd lost you.
Don't worry, father, I'm not going to die.
I think there's something watching over me, keeping me from harm.
Maybe you're right. On your long journey to become king, you'll need a guardian angel.
I shall inform the court that their prince lives.
I knew it. I said you'd be all right.