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

Is my Lord Abbot within?

How long will he keep her at her prayers? the monk asked.

Chris was thinking that hesitation was not a part of this woman's character. He was stunned by her boldness. On the other hand, Marek was looking at her with open admiration. He said smoothly, "Pray forgive him, Lady, for he is young and often thoughtless."

By the grace of God, you are welcome.

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

By the grace of God, you are welcome.

Uh, my Lady . . .

By the grace of God, you are welcome.

Faith, he is advising a penitent now.

Which was how they found themselves in a small, plain room adjacent to the Abbot's quarters. The squeaking of the bed stopped; they heard the low murmur of the toad, who was speaking urgently to the Abbot.

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

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

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.

Faith, he is advising a penitent now.

By the grace of God, you are welcome.

But we have-

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."

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

Uh, my Lady . . .

Uh, my Lady . . .

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.

Circumstances change. I had need of an introduction that only the Abbot could make for me. What persuasion is in my command, I use. The Lady Claire was hopping on one foot now, trying to keep her balance while pulling on her hose. She drew the hose tight, smoothed her dress, and then set her wimple on her head, tying it expertly beneath her chin, so only her face was exposed.

Be assured I shall tell him, the toad said in a bored tone. But Marek caught the gleam of sudden interest in the old man's eyes. Some meaning had registered.

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

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