Ogham
nGéadal is killing, and the kennings say it without softening: the beginning of slaying, the raiment of physicians. The letter carries harm and the economy that grows around it, the wound and the healer in one word. Today something is cut. It may be small. The rune's instruction is the physician's: be exact about what was wounded and do the dressing without theatre. A cut attended to properly today is a scar by the month's end. One left for the drama of it is something else.