"I would not think it taking advantage," Hild assured him, quick but firm. She knew the way of slaves, the way they were trained to think. Eager to serve and terrified of taking advantage. A firm hand was needed, not a punishing one.

"To learn anything, I think, is a brave act and should be rewarded with help, when asked for." She set aside her small basket of neatly trimmed sprigs of lavender, taking one.

"I am Hild, of Northumbria. I will be happy to help you." She looked at him, not hard, but with the respect deserved by a fellow man.