Lady Flora pursed her lips.
“My Lady, you should not be out without an escort,” a young Janoa said as she approached.
“Tell me what you see.”
“My Lady?” the young woman asked.
“Take a look around you, child, and tell me what you see.”
The young woman glanced nervously around, “I see a forest, my Lady.”
“Would you like to know what I see?”
The young woman sighed, once again cursing being sworn to someone so eccentric, “Of course, my Lady.”
“I see that the men have over-hunted the large game. The herbivores are overpopulating the area and the plant life is suffering. The large trees have been cut down and the smaller ones have the bark and leaves stripped of them. At this rate, our grandchildren will have nothing to live on.”
The young woman blinked several times before looking around and seeing that her Lady was correct. “Is there anything that can be done to help?”
Lady Flora turned and smiled at the young maid through the veil that denoted her a widow, “It will take work, but we can nurture these lands back to health. After all, a law is a law, whether written by a man’s hand or a woman’s.”
With that, the two women headed back to Lyfjaberg.
