‘Of all the goodly herbs known, this is the queen. A tea brewed from fresh leaves is best for a closed head…’ She stopped abruptly and closed the book carefully. When Wintrow glanced up at her face in confusion, he saw her eyes were closed as well. As he watched, tears leaked out from under her lashes. ‘You can read,’ he confirmed for her. He stood very still, afraid to say more. It had been a very arduous journey to this place.
