Sadira smiled.
“I can understand and I should have thought that there were hundreds of students who would prefer to be ‘in the fray’ so to speak, rather than just swotting it up in books.”
Father Christopher laughed heartily.
“You describe it very eloquently. But you would be surprised how difficult it is to get young men to accept training during what they think of as ‘the best years of their lives’ rather than riding into battle to fight negligence and neglect.”
Anne, who was standing beside Sadira, chuckled at this remark.
“I rather sympathise with them,” she said. “But if I was a man, I would come with you, Father Christopher.”
“And I am sure that you would be a very great help. But I know that you would find the ship that I am travelling in to Tangier very uncomfortable.”
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