The nun adjusted her dress to kneel at the narrow prie-dieu. A part of her afternoon routine, she bowed her head to recite the Pater Noster.
Pater Noster.“…our daily bread and deliver us from—what the Devil!”
The door flew back with a crash and the unthinkable happened: a man plunged into her cell, his eyes wild and staring.
“Lady Aelflaed, forgive me! Sanctuary! I need sanctuary. They will not trouble me here under your protection.”
“What is the meaning of this outrage? Who are you? And who are they? You cannot stay here. Leave my room at once!”
theyWhat a shock for the poor woman! It took her back to the night when she fled her father’s palace, pale and trembling—that was the night the fortune of her family plunged, until now, when she was the only remnant of the supreme house of Of
