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“Let me be frank, Prior. Tyndal is a minor religious house, and we struggle to pay for our simple needs. Since we are not wealthy, we wield no influence in the world. I doubt King Edward will care that our prior served the Earl of Leicester in the distant past, and, in fact, you were pardoned by his uncle. Now you serve God, as does our new king, and surely he is wise enough to see that he has far greater threats to contend with than a man who has long foresworn the world.”
“I cannot forget that Baron Otes threatened you because of my past.”
“The baron tried to bribe me. Or else he only meant to offer Tyndal the lands so their worth might grow greater in the eyes of another and the latter inspired to increase his payment for them. In any case, he misjudged my greed. Where Baron Otes saw profit, I saw thirty pieces of silver.” For the first time, she chanced a softer tone. “Nor would that Judas price buy this priory such a talented administrator as you, one who serves in God’s name and without worldly recompense.”
Then Andrew smiled, albeit weakly.
She poured herself a cup of ale and smelled the yeasty scent of the freshly baked bread on the table. Sadly, she had no appetite. “Whether or not the cause is righteous, war is a brutal thing, and many grow wicked in the heat of it even as they shout God’s name. In our priory, it matters not that my kin fought for King Henry while you, and your brother, supported a man now called either saint or traitor. We each have begged, and received, clemency of the other as our beliefs demand.”
“When I told my tale several years ago, you were merciful and kind. I know of no offense your family ever committed against any of my kin, but I would bear no ill feeling if such have been the case. I am honored to serve you, my lady, for you truly represent the Queen of Heaven in this priory with a mother’s wisdom and compassion.”
“Then go forth, Prior,” she said with a smile, “and see to our sheep as you have always so ably done.”
He bowed. “Gladly. Both the four-footed ones, blessed with wool, and the less well-covered of God’s creatures that stand on only two feet.”
Eleanor laughed and dismissed him.
Despite his lame leg, he was gone in an instant.
***
Eleanor stared at the door and clung to solitude for just a moment longer, although Gytha waited outside.
She was glad Andrew had been kept safe from suspicion and that he would remain to help administer priory business with his much needed skills. It was thanks to his stewardship that the debts of the past had been paid and Tyndal, in fact, showed promise of more prosperity than she had suggested to him. After all she had just seen over the last few days, however, she did wonder if there was too high a cost paid for that little prosperity.
Although she wanted Tyndal to have sufficient income to fulfill all of God’s commandments regarding the care of the sick, poor, and helpless, she knew men grew selfish if there was too much of it. “We had best remain lean,” she thought, “and ever grateful for whatever we receive of His bounty.”
Eleanor walked back to the window and looked down once again at the land she ruled on God’s behalf. It was beautiful in her eyes, even when snow and ice turned the earth glacial white. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of the earth and knew how precious Tyndal had become to her. “If God is merciful,” she said, “He will give me the wisdom to recognize when we have sufficiency and keep me from wanting more.”
Suddenly, she felt something press firmly against her leg, and, looking down, saw her great orange cat, Arthur. She picked him up and buried her face in his thick pelt.
He purred.
“I have not seen you here for far too long, my prince,” she murmured. “Did Father Eliduc frighten you away?”
Crawling higher on her shoulder, he burrowed his head into her wimple.
“I may hope that neither of us shall ever see the man again.” The words caused her to shiver for she had little faith in the truth of them. “If he should reappear, you must show me all your hiding places so I might join you until he departs.”
He began to scrub the cloth around her neck.
“Indeed, he is too clever for me. Although he was not complicit in murder, he had a purpose here, was successful in attaining what he wanted, and was most satisfied by the time he left. Nor do I believe that I shall be spared a future meeting. I can only pray that God gives me the insight and calm to outwit him if our intentions conflict.” She shook her head and wished, as she had oft before, that her aunt, Sister Beatrice, was closer than Amesbury Priory and could help her handle these matters with more understanding.
The chamber door groaned on its leather hinges.
Eleanor turned around.
Gytha peeked through the opening. “My lady, forgive me for disturbing you. A monk urgently implores an audience.”
Perplexed over who this might be and what new trouble was facing her, the prioress eased the cat back down to the floor and gave her consent.
The young maid opened the door wide and stood aside.
A tall, freshly-shaven and tonsured monk entered. He knelt at the prioress’ feet.
Her hand flew to her pounding heart as she gazed at him and wondered at the sun dancing in his red-gold hair.
“My lady, I beg permission to return to my former duties at Tyndal Priory,” he murmured, his deep voice soft with longing.
“That plea is granted, Brother Thomas,” she replied, not caring that her tone might well convey the caress she dared not give him. “You have been deeply missed by all here.”
In truth, even the cat seemed pleased. Walking over to the monk, Arthur tentatively sniffed at the former hermit and began to lick Thomas’ hands.
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