“I have brought her some herbs,” she remembered replying. “You have lots in your own garden, but Mama thinks these would heal Grandmama quicker than yours.”
Her grandfather had laughed.
“I know your mother thinks that,” he said, “and the whole village believes trustingly in everything she gives them. At least they will do your grandmother no harm.”
“They will certainly not hurt her,” she had replied.
Her grandfather had then patted her shoulder as he reached the bed.
“You are a good girl to try and help anyone who is ill, as your mother does. It is something you must keep on doing when you grow older.”
“I promise you I will do so,” she had smiled at him.
Then he had gone back the way he had come.
Whilst Helsa had been looking back into the past, she realised that the valet was look
