Thurgot had formed a firm friendship with Kenrick, quite apart from owing him his life, he found that he had much in common with the gentle giant. Aware that he had outstayed his welcome, he felt obliged to leave, not that Kenrick showed any discontent at his presence, the opposite if anything. But he was not contributing to food and the desire to get on with his life was compelling.
“My friend, it is time for me to seek the Bishop of Durham, folk say that he is as spiritual a leader as a prelate should be. I wish to meet him and offer my clerical skills. Thanks to you, I have regained my strength.”
Kenrick did not attempt to conceal his feelings. He had grown fond of his lodger and learnt much from their conversations, so with a sorrowful tone, he pleaded,
You know I like having you he
