On June 20th, ten full weeks after his injury was set, the tribe's healer removed the wooden mold from Winters' left leg.
"Does it hurt?" Erhulan asked with concern.
Winters shook his head.
After two months, the broken leg that had been mended was finally reunited with its owner.
The owner of the left leg had put on a bit of weight, and his complexion had greatly improved—the diet of the herders was too high in fats and proteins, and his previously sunken cheeks and eye sockets had visibly filled out.
But his left leg had lost weight, the muscles atrophied, making it look like a straw compared to its twin brother, his right leg.
The tribe's healer pinched Winters' injury inch by inch.
Then he bent down to his leg and gently tapped it with a small wooden hammer.
"[Herde Language] Edun," the healer respectfully said to Erhulan, "[Herde Language] Batu can walk now."
Erhulan was overjoyed, presenting the healer with many gold and silver jewels as a reward.