The village was a hive of activity by the time Christian and James stepped out into the morning.
“I was just coming to see you,” said Celia as she marched towards them.
“Lucky you didn’t arrive earlier,” said Christian, winking at James.
Celia laughed. “Oh, I see. That could have been embarrassing. Have you boys had anything to eat yet?”
“Not yet,” replied James.
“Then you must come over and have some breakfast. I’ve stewed some apples.”
Christian declined. He had other business to attend to. James, however, gratefully accepted.
“I told Christian where we come from,” said James.
Celia dished up some apples and handed him the bowl and a spoon.
“You must be careful, James. You can probably trust Christian, but other villagers may not be so understanding, or trustworthy. They see the
