Mystery of Talara , Book II Effects . Increases Restoration in the following games : Content . She felt nothing , darkness enveloping her body and mind . Pain surged through her leg and with that sensation , a great feeling of cold washed over her . She opened her eyes and saw that she was drowning . Her left leg would not move at all , but using her right one and her arms , she pulled herself up toward the moons above . It was long way through the swirling currents that wrenched back at her . At last she broke the surface and sucked in the cold night air . She was still close to the rocky shoreline of the capitol city of the kingdom of Camlorn , but the water had carried her quite a ways from the point where she fell at Cavilstyr Rock . Not fell , she thought , correcting herself . She had been pushed . Further down current , she allowed herself to drift . There the steep cliff walls sloped lower until they were close to the water ' s edge . The silhouette of a large house on the shore loomed ahead , and as she neared it , she could see smoke rising from the chimney and the flicker of firelight within . The pain in her leg was great , but greater still was the chill of the water . The thought of a warm hearth fire was all the motivation she needed to begin swimming again . At the shore ' s edge , she tried to stand but found she couldn ' t . Her tears mixed with the sea water as she began to crawl across the sand and rock . The simple white sheet which had been her costume at the Flower Festival was tattered and felt like a weight of lead across her back . Beyond the point of exhaustion , she fell forward and began to sob . " Please ! " she cried . " If you can hear me , please help ! " A moment later , the door to the house opened and a woman stepped out . It was Ramke , the old lady she had met at the Flower Festival . The one who had started and cried " It ' s her ! " even before she herself knew who she was . By contrast , when the old woman came to her , this time there was no glimmer of recognition in her eyes . " By Sethiete , are you hurt ? " Ramke whispered , and helped her up , acting as her crutch . " I ' ve seen that gown before . Were you one of the dancers at the Flower Festival tonight ? I was there with Lady Jyllia Raze , the daughter of the King . " " I know , she introduced us , " she groaned . " I called myself Gyna of Daggerfall ? " " Of course , I knew you looked familiar somehow , " the old woman chuckled , and led her hop by hop across the beach and into the front door . " My memory isn ' t as good as it used to be . Lets get you warm and have a look at that leg . " Ramke took Gyna ' s soaking rags and covered her with a blanket as she sat at the fire . As the numbness of the chill water began to leave her , it cruelly abandoned her to the intense agony of her leg . Until then , she had not dared to look at it . When she did , she felt vomit rise at the sight of the deep gash , fish - white dead flesh , plump and swollen . Thick arterial blood bubbled up , splashing on the floor in streams . " Oh dear , " said the old woman , returning to the fire . " That must rather sting . You ' re lucky that I still remember a little of the old healing spells . " Ramke seated herself on the floor and pressed her hands on either side of the wound . Gyna felt a flare of pain , and then a cool soft pinching and prickle . When she looked down , Ramke was slowly sliding her wrinkled hands towards one another . At their approach , the lesion began to mend before her eyes , flesh binding and bruises fading . " Sweet Kynareth , " Gyna gasped . " You ' ve saved my life . " " Not only that , you won ' t have an ugly scar on your pretty leg , " Ramke chuckled . " I had to use that spell so many times when Lady Jyllia was little . You know , I was her nursemaid . " " I know , " Gyna smiled . " But that was a long time ago , and you still remember the spell . " " Oh , when you ' re learning anything , even the School of Restoration , there ' s always a lot of study and mistakes , but once you ' re as old as I am , there ' s no longer any need to remember things . You just know . After all , I ' ve probably cast it a thousand times before . Little Lady Jyllia and the little Princess Talara was always getting cut and bruised . Small wonder , the way they was always climbing all over the palace . " Gyna sighed . " You must have loved Lady Jyllia very much . " " I still do , " Ramke beamed . " But now she ' s all grown and things are different . You know , I didn ' t notice it before because you were all wet from the sea , but you look very much like my lady . Did I mention that before when we met at the Festival ? " " You did , " said Gyna . " Or rather I think you thought I looked like Princess Talara . " " Oh , it would be so wonderful if you were the Princess returned , " the old woman gasped . " You know , when the former royal family was killed , and everyone said the Princess was killed though we never found the body , I think the real victim was Lady Jyllia . Her little heart just broke , and for a while , it looked like her mind did too . " " What do you mean ? " asked Gyna . " What happened ? " " I don ' t know if I should tell a stranger this , but it ' s fairly well - known in Camlorn , and I really feel like I know you , " Ramke struggled with her conscience and then released . " Jyllia saw the assassination , you see . I found her afterwards , hiding in that terrible blood - stained throne room , and she was like a little broken doll . She wouldn ' t speak , she wouldn ' t eat . I tried all my healing spells , but it was quite beyond my power . So much more than a scraped knee . Her father who was then Duke of Oloine sent her to a sanitarium in the country to get well . " " That poor little girl , " cried Gyna . " It took her years to be herself again , " said Ramke , nodding . " And , in truth , she never really returned altogether . You wonder why her father when he was made king didn ' t make her his heir ? He thought that she was still not exactly right , and in a way , as much as I would deny it , he ' s correct to think so . She remembered nothing , nothing at all . " " Do you think , " Gyna considered her words carefully . " That she would be better if she knew that her cousin the Princess Talara was alive and well ? " Ramke considered it . " I think so . But maybe not . Sometimes it ' s best not to hope . " Gyna stood up , finding her leg to be as strong as it looked to be . Her gown had dried , and Ramke gave her a cloak , insisting she protect herself against the cold night air . At the door , Gyna kissed the old woman ' s cheek and thanked her . Not only for the healing spell and for the cloak , but for everything else of kindness she had ever done . The road close to the house went north and south . To the left was the way back to Camlorn , where secrets lay to which she alone held the key . To the south was Daggerfall , her home for more than twenty years . She could return there , back to her profession on the streets , very easily . For a few seconds , she considered her options , and then made her choice . She had not been walking for very long , when a black carriage drawn by three horses bearing the Imperial Seal , together with eight mounted horses , passed her . Before it rounded the wooded pass ahead , it stopped suddenly . She recognized one of the soldiers as Gnorbooth , Lord Strale ' s manservant . The door opened and Lord Strale himself , the Emperor ' s ambassador , the man who had hired her and all the other women to entertain at court , stepped out . " You ! ' he frowned . " You ' re one of the prostitutes , aren ' t you ? You ' re the one who disappeared during the Flower Festival ? Gyna , am I right ? " " All that is true , " she smiled sourly . " Except my name I ' ve discovered is not Gyna . " " I don ' t care what it is , " said Lord Strale . " What are you doing on the south road ? I paid for you to stay and make the kingdom merry . " " If I went back to Camlorn , there are a great many who wouldn ' t be merry at all . " " Explain yourself , " said Lord Strale . So she did . And he listened .