Chapter .35.

"Do you love her?" "Yes." "How Much?" "Does it matter?" "Why does it not?" "Because it wasn't enough, to make her stay." *** The older woman sat at her small table. Different herbs and flowers hung from the ceiling, strung across the small cabin- drying out within the dying light. She sighed softy as she grounded fresh herbs together, inhaling the scent. The water boiled steadily over the fire, making a soft gurgle as the bubbles rose. She continued within her work of grinding and pressing various types of herbs and flowers. Her actions were interrupted by a knock across the door. Wearily she got up and went to it. Just another traveler, she thought as she opened. A heavy presence settled over her as she took in the figure of the tall dark man. He loomed over her doorframe, his head rising above the top, looking down at her. She gulped back whatever fear the sight of him caused and opened the doo