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The murdered bodies of two monks, impaled by spears to orchard trees, hung limp as badly stuffed dummies. Gareth, Rhys and several male companions melted silently away among the trees.
Sarah cycled past, but didn"t spot the grim remains. Olwen appeared some way ahead, carrying a large wicker basket. She waved to Sarah.
“Sarah, come and collect herbs with me!”
Sarah propped her bicycle against a tree and followed Olwen through a damson orchard.
“What are we looking for?” Sarah asked.
“Valerian and fumitory,” Olwen replied. “Valerian to reduce stress and induce sleep. And fumitory is something I always need at this time of the year to use in our seasonal celebrations. We must collect only the roots of valerian and the leaves and seeds of fumitory.”
“How wonderful to have such kn
