““The alternative is to go by river,” she suggested. “Let’s do that. We’ll be less conspicuous.” He glanced at the leather satchel she carried over her shoulder. “Have you got it there?” She nodded. “So when do we leave?” The archbishop’s letter requesting her to attend him had been waiting at the nunnery when she returned from the drawing session at Master Danby’s. It offered her an audience that evening after vespers. “We have time to kill,” she said. “What would you like to do?” “Let’s sit aw...hile in a niche somewhere and you can tell me about the calamity at Deepdale and what you intend to do about it, and then you can amuse me with your account of this drawing session you’ve just attended.” The minster was busy with the usual activities and nobody was bothered by the two Cistercians sitting together under one of the windows. The sun slanted through, casting a bright light over the faces of those who passed and picked out the colours of their garments, the reds, the blues, the yellows, making them like the jewel hues of the glass itself.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: