The time in London had been disheartening. Her beloved husband no closer to a cure. Friends seems somewhat distant, promised to come for a visit. But, Lizabet could see it in their eyes, they would not come.

It was with deep sadness that Lizabet and Helen faced the prospect of a return. With Cidwm now working at the great hall, they would be seeing little of the gay little Welshman. Though he had prommised to meet them at the station to bring them home.

Lizabet was glad she had taken the expense of a private space on the train. Helen was working at her needlepoint, and Lizabet was looking out the window when the door to the compartment opened. The women turned at the intrusion. Helen's hand went to her mouth, and Lizabet gasped in suprise. Mother and Father both entered and sat down, flanking Lizabet. "Ve do vat ve kan to vard you." said father. Mother nodded. "Zee time aheadt vill be hardt. You mast prepare!" He said, looking grim. Again mother nodded. "Zee great evil, hee ist neer by, look to yore frends!" Then the hugged her and patted her hand. "You are such a goodt daughter. Ve vill sendt you a new gardtener soon!" With that, they stood to leave. As father turned his back, mother hugged her again, and whispered in her ear. 'Wear my blue saphire' And then they left as they had come. Helen was wide eyed.

"Did you see them too?" Lizabet asked her maid. Helen could only nod. "Well, perhaps you have a touch of what Mr. Silures calls 'the sight'" Lizabet smiled. Helen returned her smile -- though more weakly. and returned to her needle point.