It was a clear spring day, the roads were already dry, but the summer heat had not yet come into force, on the contrary, the slightly cool wind refreshed coolly. All this greatly contributed to the pedestrian journey to the village in which I was waiting for work. The whole snag is that it has long passed for noon, and there were no signs of human settlements on the horizon. It’s time to start worrying that I don’t get to the village before dark and will have to sleep in the open. Not deadly, but unpleasant, I would very much like to avoid it. And, apparently, this settlement lies at a distance from at least some trade route. For all the way I have not met a single traveler.

But who said that thought is material? Whoever it is, this man is a genius. Because ahead two figures appeared. At first it was not clear, they go towards me, or from me. It turned out that the second. I quickly caught up with them and having approached a little more, I was able to see the pair more closely. The travelers were a man and a woman, they were simply dressed and loaded with luggage, and the woman was also very lame in her right leg. The reason for such a low speed immediately became apparent.
As the gracious goddess ordered, or rather, the prioress on her behalf, the priestess should help people wherever she needs her help. Helping them clearly does not hurt. Coming even closer, I decided to announce about myself in advance.

- Hello, - and, waiting for them to turn around, added, - Easy road.

Now it was possible to examine them in detail, the man turned out to be middle-aged, with a barely grayish gray, his face was tired but affable, they immediately attracted to themselves. And the woman was very young, she would have given her about seventeen or eighteen, with light blond strands sticking out from under her headscarf, and her eyes were brown, like a man's. Obviously father and daughter.

“And we salute the young priestess.”

The man smiled, and the girl bowed slightly.

“As you quickly understand who I am,” bowing in response, I finally approached them.
“Though you don’t have temple clothes, you don’t have to travel in white, but don’t confuse your staff with blue ribbons.”

The man was right, in the white and blue clothes of the priestess it is extremely inconvenient not only to travel, but also to do everything else, so she was used only for official ceremonies and holidays. For everyday affairs was quite ordinary, good-quality, secular clothes. But all the girls tied the blue ribbons on the sleeves or on the staff. I, of course, did the same.
The man, meanwhile, continued:
“But what an easy road there is.” Daughter, here, I sprained my leg, we couldn’t get home to the farm today, - the man suddenly became gloomy, - But okay, home, as if something serious was not with her. Can you help us?

“I will do everything I can,” bowing slightly, I turned to the girl, “Can I see?”

Sitting down by the road, I pulled off her shoes. Her foot was swollen and surely sore, but the farmer’s daughter didn’t threaten anything serious. The only thing that the foot needed was rest, which was impossible, so the help of the priestess would be very helpful. Putting my palm to the swollen place, I closed my eyes and began to whisper a prayer. Appealing to a goddess was not necessary, the healing spell would work from the touch and concentration of the priestess, but during the years of training this has become a habit, and it makes a greater impression on the villagers. It happened this time. Removing the palm and once again examining the leg of the girl, I was satisfied with my work, the last remained.

- Try to get up.

The girl gently raised herself, at first hesitantly stepped on an already cured leg, then her face lit up with joy. A few more times leaning, she jumped, then again.

- Passed, - she turned to her father, - no longer hurts. Just like a miracle.
- The most usual miracle.

Maybe it was a hint of gratitude, but what to do, I'm not a saint. For the sake of such moments, I went to the temple, to see how the recovered person rejoices, even if it is just a sprained ankle. My strength is only enough for such miracles, but for them it is already very much.

- Oh, sorry, - the girl bowed deeply, - thank you very much, I do not know what would have happened without you.
- How can we thank you? - the father of the girl was more practical.

- Throw, I was not at all a burden. And besides, the goddess orders to help travelers.

In that case, I just thank you and invite you to our campfire for dinner, ”the farmer bowed.

- For dinner?

The man first looked at me with a blank look, but then his confusion gave way to insight.

- So you do not know. We will not get to the house before the light, which means you too. This road leads only to the village and to our farm, which is not far from it. And if you set off from the very dawn, then the person on foot will get there exactly by sunset. My daughter sprained her leg, so we do not have time, and you came out late, so today you will not see the village.

This information was a bit sad, it seems that I will have to spend more on this business for a day than I expected. I didn’t want to spend a miracle on lighting the night road, it looked like waste, and even more in the afternoon, less in the afternoon, it’s not scary. On the way back, I certainly will not allow such an error. Well, now remains the only correct option.

“I gladly accept your offer,” I bowed again, I finished.
- That's nice, so we take care of you.

When the gratitude and thanks were done, the three of us moved on. The farmer turned out to be very talkative, as indeed, all the villagers in the suburbs, the guests with them are not a frequent occurrence. First, he spoke in detail about his family, that his son remained to work on the field, and he still won’t interfere with his help in the city, so he took his daughter. Yes, and it’s already necessary to marry her, but not so many suitable suitors, which served as an additional reason to take the girl to the city. In general, I just had to do round eyes in surprise and groan in the right moments, the man charged the rest of the entertaining conversation.

- But I have long wanted to ask. Are priestesses getting married?
- This is not prohibited, but ... It does not always come out.
- How is that?
- Very often, orphans go to the temple, in whom this gift is revealed, and if there are no parents, then there is not a lot of dowry. In addition, we learn so much to help people. Always on the road, often mercenaries take us to the detachments, there are always wounded after the battles, there is no time for marriage. Although it also happens that it is in such places that they meet their betrothed, common adversities bring them together.

- Wow, have you already been in battles? - the girl was in anticipation, apparently she missed the rest of the rest.

- I once fulfilled the guild contract. We were five, and almost all that concerns the battle, took over the men. I did what I had to - cured everyone when it was all over. So decide if I was in a battle.

From the tense face of the farmer’s daughter, it was obvious that she seriously set out to solve this riddle, to which I only grinned. Simple and open girl, someone will surely get lucky with his wife.
Meanwhile, it was becoming more and more difficult to go, the road was almost not visible.

- It's time to stop, - the farmer, came to the same conclusion, - Look under that tree and spend the night.

We began to prepare for the night. While the farmer made a bonfire, his daughter prepared utensils and food to cook dinner. And I must admit, she did it quite well, the food was simple, but this did not stop me from enjoying everything they offered, the pieces literally melted in my mouth. For the sake of such a dinner it was not a pity to spend the night under the open sky. If only the rain did not start, the only thing that could darken the moment.

“Forgive me for being so little,” the girl gave the last batch, “we thought we would have dinner at home and took almost nothing.” And that, that dad insisted.

“Just in case,” the farmer raised his finger, “there he is ...”