Obadella was afraid to shout through the door, “I have a desperate need, priest.”
The Sister of the Eternal Light did not open the door. “I am the Matron Mother of the abbey and I ask you to return after the sun rises.”
“Janal. It’s Cratha. We must...” The Lady of the League words trailed off.
The Matron Mother unbolted and threw open the door. “In the heavens! What happened?”
“Please! She has lost a lot of blood. She needs help.”
“Of course!“ The Matron Mother grabbed Cratha’s other arm, helping her into the abbey.
Janal Burningblade had seen much in her many years as the head of the Sisters of Eternal Light. She had seen rivalry, wine and women push men to war. She had seen peace, prayer and men subjugate women. She believed she had seen the best and the worst the world had to off
