If you are a simple herbalist, don’t tell anyone about your visions—be silent. Be wiser. Be quieter. Brew a potion for yourself to forget. Don’t stick your neck out. And then the dangers will pass you by.
If you are a simple “ald,” don’t get involved in people’s affairs, don’t save herbalists, don’t trust notes, don’t contradict your king’s son. And then, after a shameful death, perhaps you’ll be granted a kind word…
Can’t? Don’t take it personally. You’re in the game—the game has already begun, and the next move is yours.
What will you choose, herbalist?
What will you put at stake, ald?