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catching fish in the stream?”
Quinn shook his head. “I like fishing, but Sheena doesna let me go near the creek alone. She’s afraid I might slip in and drown. Sometimes I’m sure she thinks I’m still a wee babe.”
“Your sister is only looking out for your welfare, lad. We will set some rabbit snares before we go to town, then try our luck at fishing on the way home.” Lazarus tugged the hood of his cloak lower on his brow. “Best we make haste. I’d like to return before Sheena wakes up.”
After setting two traps in the woods behind the hut, Lazarus and Quinn headed to town. He found the lad’s nonstop, lighthearted chatter amusing, but as they approached the village gate, a strong sense of foreboding washed over him.
Every time he visited Berwick, something happened, and Lazarus hoped this day would prove uneventful. He’d remain in the shadows as much as possible, reducing his risk of being seen. He’d narrowly escaped being captured by French soldiers the day he’d rescued Sheena and he planned to keep his head on a swivel. But if he should be recognized, he’d surrender without a fight. He’d do nothing that might jeopardize Quinn’s safety. He clutched the Celtic cross he wore around his neck and said a quick prayer, asking the Lord to guide their way and protect them.
“Do you think we’ll have enough coin to buy some sweetened nuts?” Quinn asked. “I tasted one once at a village fair. The vendor let us sample them, hoping we’d make a purchase. But we dinna have enough money for what Sheena called frivolous things. I know she would enjoy them. And it might help to make her feel better.”
“We’ll have to see. Your sister is right. Getting necessary supplies must take priority, but you never know,” Lazarus replied, smiling. “While in the village, you must stay close to me at all times, and when I say it is time to leave, you must mind.” He glanced down at his monk’s robe, wishing he had a tunic and trews, making him less conspicuous.
“I will.” Quinn led the way through the town gates, then dashed toward the vendor carts.
Lazarus raced to catch up, then grabbed Quinn’s shoulder, halting the lad in his tracks. “I told you to stay close. If you’re not going to listen, we’ll return home right now.”
Quinn lowered his gaze and kicked at a rock, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I’m sorry. But when I saw the sweets, I got excited. I willna run off again. I promise.”
Lazarus could understand Quinn’s enthusiasm, and the lad knew nothing about his risk of being captured by the French Guard, but he needed him to stay close. “See that you dinna dart off again.” He faced the vendor. “We came to town for oats and a few other supplies, but how much for a small sack of sweetened nuts?”
The merchant scratched his chin, then smiled at Quinn. “If you buy your other supplies from my brother’s cart, I’ll throw in a few nuts for a very good price.” He pointed to the vendor next to him. “It is a family business and we share the profits.”
“Can we?” Quinn folded his hands as if in prayer and peered up at Lazarus, while doing his best to keep from bouncing up and down.
Lazarus wandered over to the other cart and glanced at the man’s wares and produce. “I suppose his prices are as good as any.” The quicker they made their purchases and could be on their way home, the better.
The second vendor cocked his head and studied Lazarus. “Are these for the abbey?”
“Nay. Why do you ask?”
“It is odd to see a monk in town with a lad in tow. Is he an orphan?” the man asked. “I’ve heard the monks take in strays.”
Lazarus glared back at the man, his heartless comment hitting a nerve. “Bairns who have lost their parents are na strays. They’re people with the same needs and feelings as any other. It just so happens, his older sister is ill and I offered to escort him to town.”
The man held his hands up in front of him. “I meant
Quinn shook his head. “I like fishing, but Sheena doesna let me go near the creek alone. She’s afraid I might slip in and drown. Sometimes I’m sure she thinks I’m still a wee babe.”
“Your sister is only looking out for your welfare, lad. We will set some rabbit snares before we go to town, then try our luck at fishing on the way home.” Lazarus tugged the hood of his cloak lower on his brow. “Best we make haste. I’d like to return before Sheena wakes up.”
After setting two traps in the woods behind the hut, Lazarus and Quinn headed to town. He found the lad’s nonstop, lighthearted chatter amusing, but as they approached the village gate, a strong sense of foreboding washed over him.
Every time he visited Berwick, something happened, and Lazarus hoped this day would prove uneventful. He’d remain in the shadows as much as possible, reducing his risk of being seen. He’d narrowly escaped being captured by French soldiers the day he’d rescued Sheena and he planned to keep his head on a swivel. But if he should be recognized, he’d surrender without a fight. He’d do nothing that might jeopardize Quinn’s safety. He clutched the Celtic cross he wore around his neck and said a quick prayer, asking the Lord to guide their way and protect them.
“Do you think we’ll have enough coin to buy some sweetened nuts?” Quinn asked. “I tasted one once at a village fair. The vendor let us sample them, hoping we’d make a purchase. But we dinna have enough money for what Sheena called frivolous things. I know she would enjoy them. And it might help to make her feel better.”
“We’ll have to see. Your sister is right. Getting necessary supplies must take priority, but you never know,” Lazarus replied, smiling. “While in the village, you must stay close to me at all times, and when I say it is time to leave, you must mind.” He glanced down at his monk’s robe, wishing he had a tunic and trews, making him less conspicuous.
“I will.” Quinn led the way through the town gates, then dashed toward the vendor carts.
Lazarus raced to catch up, then grabbed Quinn’s shoulder, halting the lad in his tracks. “I told you to stay close. If you’re not going to listen, we’ll return home right now.”
Quinn lowered his gaze and kicked at a rock, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I’m sorry. But when I saw the sweets, I got excited. I willna run off again. I promise.”
Lazarus could understand Quinn’s enthusiasm, and the lad knew nothing about his risk of being captured by the French Guard, but he needed him to stay close. “See that you dinna dart off again.” He faced the vendor. “We came to town for oats and a few other supplies, but how much for a small sack of sweetened nuts?”
The merchant scratched his chin, then smiled at Quinn. “If you buy your other supplies from my brother’s cart, I’ll throw in a few nuts for a very good price.” He pointed to the vendor next to him. “It is a family business and we share the profits.”
“Can we?” Quinn folded his hands as if in prayer and peered up at Lazarus, while doing his best to keep from bouncing up and down.
Lazarus wandered over to the other cart and glanced at the man’s wares and produce. “I suppose his prices are as good as any.” The quicker they made their purchases and could be on their way home, the better.
The second vendor cocked his head and studied Lazarus. “Are these for the abbey?”
“Nay. Why do you ask?”
“It is odd to see a monk in town with a lad in tow. Is he an orphan?” the man asked. “I’ve heard the monks take in strays.”
Lazarus glared back at the man, his heartless comment hitting a nerve. “Bairns who have lost their parents are na strays. They’re people with the same needs and feelings as any other. It just so happens, his older sister is ill and I offered to escort him to town.”
The man held his hands up in front of him. “I meant
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