"You will feel exhausted for some time, I'm afraid." She looked at the voice in the doorway. A middle-aged man in healer's robes entered. "I am Healer Wiest. And you, Mrs. Flint, are an extraordinary woman. You are awake and coherent two hours after using all of your magical reserves to create and maintain an exceedingly strong spell. Ministries as far away as Egypt and Iceland have inquired. You registered as an unknown and ancient magic."