The stores were still low and, though the fields were planted, they had little remaining from the last harvest. There would be no berries yet but wild mushrooms grew in the forests just beyond Woodchurch and a few medicinal herbs could be found if you knew what you were looking for. She invited Thomas along, affording her an opportunity to get to know the young lad that was living under her roof. Thomas had grown up in another village before being fostered by the Dumont’s so she had not known him as a boy. Tristan complained that he would be neglecting his duties, but it was said with mild amusement and Madeline knew he did not really mind. His quiet company was surprisingly soothing. Thomas asked few questions, besides those about the bounties of nature, and she welcomed the conversation, thankful to be free from the conflict that raged within. With a basket hanging from one arm, they headed along the forest path before veering off into a more dense part of the woods. Having spent many a day amongst the lush greenery during her childhood, Madeline knew the woods well, leading them quickly to the best locations for foraging.
