“I consent to your request.” Smiling, he raised his glass and made a toast. “On a pragmatic note, I would ask you to return this evening to your lodging. I must arrange your gown and speak with Abbot Henri to inform him of our new novice. It goes without saying that he is the final arbiter in all such matters. Present yourself here, tomorrow, before Vespers.”
“Thank you, Prior Ferrand, I am looking forward to a most rewarding life here.”
“Madame,” he called, “will you please join me. Bring a bottle of your finest brandy and four glasses. The tavern is not busy, so inform your husband that his presence is requested.”
The landlady promptly brought over the said bottle and put it down on the table with the glasses. He removed the cork and poured out the drink.
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