“A woman of lowly birth such as I, and a sinful one, conscience to the prioress of Tyndal, the daughter of one of King Henry’s most favored barons?”
“Remember that entrance to Heaven is harder for me than it is for a camel to slip through the eye of a needle. Thus it is arrogant of me, a most lowly creature in the eyes of God, to ask you to act as my companion and conscience. If for no other reason, would you take on the task as a kindness to one of such mean rank in God’s eyes? You have perceptions and nobility of heart that I lack, and I ask with genuine humility for your friendship, unworthy as I may be.”
Anne smiled and gently took Eleanor’s hand in hers. “I am grateful you came to us, Eleanor. I was so very lonely.”
***
Many years later, some of the nuns and monks of Tyndal would swear that they saw a skeletally thin horseman on a very pale horse ride away from the monastery grounds into the forest beyond as the church bells rang for prayer that first evening after Simeon’s death. There were many more that claimed the bells had never sounded quite as sweet as they did the following morning when the first day of true peace dawned over Tyndal Priory.
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