It's quicker than a tattoo given the usual way, too. Not fast. Janet has to concentrate. There's a little sweat prickling at her hairline and the back of her neck. Every now and then, she pauses -- to reassess the Circumstances, to change out the needle, to dip it in the blood afresh. But over the next hour, it fills in. Galahad's skin doesn't bleed. It only takes on color, myrtle and shield and dragon shaping themselves on his back.