Chapter 7The solemnity of evening prayer was lost on William that night. To him the chants were odes to joy, and the prayers, poems of happiness. Yet, the sense of anticipation lingered. Something more was coming, he could feel it. When? Was he the one to initiate it…whatever it was?
His physical closeness to Samuel was almost unbearable all through the service as well as during supper. Soon after the meal was over, as soon as he felt it was appropriate to have a private word, he called Samuel aside.
Samuel excused himself from a conversation he was having with several of the brothers. William led him a short distance away so they wouldn’t be overheard.
“After compline, one of my duties is a check to make sure the farm is secure for the night. I think it would be good for you to come wi
