“Where’s the abbey?” “Just south. It’s only a ruin now, but it’s on an old pagan site, they say. There’s a spring, and some of the local witches tend the herb garden.” I laughed. “Really?” “Really. It’s been there since medieval times, and it’s supposed to be full of all sorts of blessed plants and healing herbs.” He pronounced the h in herbs. “It’s meant to be one of the best gardens of its kind.”
