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Uh, my Lady . . .

Squire, your countenance is most unjust. How dare you judge me? I am a gentle woman, alone in a foreign part, with no one to champion me, to protect or guide me. Yet I must make my way to Bordeaux, eighty leagues distant, and thence to England if I am to claim my husband's lands. That is my duty as a widow, and in this time of war and tumult, I shall without hesitation do all that may be required to accomplish it.

Uh, my Lady . . .

Uh, my Lady . . .

She caught his look and said, "Why stare you thus?"

Uh, my Lady . . .

She caught his look and said, "Why stare you thus?"

The Abbot will wish it. Come

I would you make known these worthy men to our Lord Abbot, the monk said, "for they bring news of Edwardus de Johnes."

From the adjacent room, they heard a rhythmic creaking sound.

A moment later, another door opened and a woman came in, bare-legged, hastily adjusting her clothes, her face flushed. She was extremely beautiful. When she turned, Chris saw with astonishment that it was the Lady Claire.

A moment later, another door opened and a woman came in, bare-legged, hastily adjusting her clothes, her face flushed. She was extremely beautiful. When she turned, Chris saw with astonishment that it was the Lady Claire.

She caught his look and said, "Why stare you thus?"

But we have-

By the grace of God, you are welcome.

Many thanks, but no, we shall- Chris coughed. Kate poked Marek in the back. Marek said, "We shall, if it is not a great trouble."

I would you make known these worthy men to our Lord Abbot, the monk said, "for they bring news of Edwardus de Johnes."

The Abbot's house was small, made of ornately carved wood, and located in a far corner of the monastery. They were led inside to a small wood-paneled anteroom, where an older monk, hunched and heavy as a toad, sat before a closed door.

They were starting to leave for the dining room when a young monk ran breathlessly into the room. "My Lord Arnaut is coming"

The toad jumped to his feet and said to them, "Be you gone now." And he opened a side door.

Many thanks, but no, we shall- Chris coughed. Kate poked Marek in the back. Marek said, "We shall, if it is not a great trouble."

Back in the sunlight, Marek noticed how many more soldiers in green and black were now in the monastery courtyards. And these soldiers were not lounging; they were watchful, battle-ready.

The Abbot's house was small, made of ornately carved wood, and located in a far corner of the monastery. They were led inside to a small wood-paneled anteroom, where an older monk, hunched and heavy as a toad, sat before a closed door.

It is nigh on terce, the toad said, glancing up at the sun. "Will your guests dine on our simple fare?"

The Abbot will wish it. Come

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