With their combined determination, they managed to pour the potion down his throat, and they could only hope it would bring him some relief. The taste was horrendous, something Claire knew from first-hand experience, and she winced in sympathy as Jamie gagged. Murtagh prevented him from vomiting by pinching his nose and covering his mouth with one hand. They carefully laid him back on the bed, his vivid fiery hair the only colour on the otherwise pale pillow, and they waited anxiously for the potion to take effect.