Read by Michael Flamel

As the sun began its lazy descent behind the village’s quaint cottages, casting a warm golden hue over the cobblestone streets, a traveler arrived at the herbalist’s humble abode. The clatter of hooves against the worn path announced the visitor’s arrival long before they reached the wooden gate adorned with climbing ivy.

The herbalist, tending to her herb garden, looked up with curiosity as the stranger approached. Clad in traveling robes adorned with symbols of distant lands, the traveler exuded an air of mystery and wisdom.

“Good day to you, kind herbalist,” the traveler greeted with a respectful bow. “I have journeyed from afar seeking your renowned expertise in matters of herbal medicine.”

The herbalist returned the greeting with a warm smile, gesturing for the traveler to join her amidst the fragrant herbs. “You are most welcome here, traveler. Pray tell, what ails you, and how may I be of assistance?”

With a grateful nod, the traveler explained the affliction—a persistent malady that had eluded the remedies of healers in their own lands. They spoke of exotic herbs and ancient traditions, weaving a tale of intrigue and wonder.

The herbalist listened intently; her eyes alight with curiosity as she absorbed every detail. With gentle hands, she examined vials of rare extracts and whispered incantations of healing over the traveler’s ailment.

Together, they embarked on a journey through the herb garden, the herbalist sharing the secrets of local remedies passed down through generations. With each step, the traveler’s spirit seemed to lighten, their burden eased by the soothing embrace of nature’s bounty.

As the evening shadows grew long, the traveler’s ailment showed signs of improvement—a testament to the healing powers of the herbs and the herbalist’s skillful guidance.

“You have my deepest gratitude, wise herbalist,” the traveler said, bowing once more before preparing to depart. “I shall carry the knowledge you have bestowed upon me back to my homeland, where it shall be treasured as a precious gift.”

The herbalist bid farewell to her newfound friend, watching as they disappeared into the fading light, their silhouette etched against the horizon like a fleeting memory.

And so, another chapter unfolded in the tapestry of the herbalist’s life—a testament to the universal language of healing that transcends borders and unites souls in a shared journey of discovery and compassion.