“Greetings,” he said slowly, as if unsure. “You are the healer?”
“A Master Herbalist, but yes, a healer too. My name is Danja Quil. You must be from the village?” She smiled again and put her hand on his arm.
“Y—yes. My name is Hurr Kemp. I am your neighbor to the south. Not really far away, at all.”
“Wonderful! You are well met, Hurr.” She squeezed his arm, and she could feel him tense under her touch. This was going to be so easy, she thought. “Please come in and tell me what ails you.” Completely unable to resist, Hurr followed Baobh into her cottage. She led him over to her work area, neatly stuffed with bottles and jars of different herbs and powders. “What seems to be your trouble, Hurr?”
“’Tis not me, ma’am, ‘tis my—wife.” Did he hesitate? She smiled brightly at him and took h
