Remedy

Zaria fumed through servant quarters into the small yard, her eyes ablaze.
"You!" she found, who she was looking for and everyone else exhaled in relief. "What are you doing here?"
"Yaghib you told me to go get some sabat outside... so I..."
"Don't you turn Jewish on me now, kasal. I told you to get me some shabat from the field. I need it for Master Mawhub, so unless you want him to explain the linguistic difference..."
"No, yaghib, I'll have it mowed, tied and thrashed before nightfall."
She nodded.
Hopefully dill will take care of the magical headache.