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speak with the mercenaries,” Terese said.
Megan objected with a firm shake of her head. “That’s much too dangerous. You take a serious chance of being harmed.”
“Not if I arrive wearing my nun garments and with news that would benefit them,” Terese suggested. “This would surely put me in their good graces and in turn benefit us. Besides, I must learn their intentions here.”
Megan stopped shaking her head. “It is an idea that could work, but it still remains dangerous.”
“I thought the same,” Piper added. “Though what other way is there?”
Megan nodded and asked, “Piper will go with you?”
“Yes, I need her. And it is wise that we take our leave as soon as possible and have done with this matter,” Terese said, “though I will need your help in distracting Lachlan. He thinks to come with me.”
A scream interrupted any response and excited, though unintelligible shouts followed. All three women hurried to see what the commotion was about. In the end it was the unexpected fuss that gave Terese and Piper the cover they needed to sneak away.
The three women were startled to see Beatrice and Harry fling themselves into the arms of a tired andragtag couple who would have dropped if it had not been for the children’s hardy embrace.
That Beatrice and Harry should be reunited with their mother and father, everyone agreed, was nothing short of a miracle. Some chaos pursued since everyone seemed to be talking at once, while the children, teary-eyed, clung to their parents. Neither children nor parents expected ever to see each other again. They had been separated in the mayhem of a battle that had spilled onto their farm. The children witnessed the carnage and believed their parents dead. The frightened brother and sister left thinking they had no one but each other. Ever since that day the parents, George and Gelda, had searched tirelessly for them.
All were caught up in the joyous reunion; it was Megan who saw opportunity in the moment and urged Terese and Piper to take their leave before anyone noticed.
They did. The last thing Terese saw of Lachlan was his charming smile as he spoke to the happy parents about their daughter and son’s bravery. She bid him a silent good-bye, and oddly enough, realized that she would miss him.
A crazy thought, that should never have entered her head. And she suddenly felt guilty for having snapped at him. It was nonsense to be angry with him simply because he knew what he wanted and more than likely would get it.
She had been foolish to ever think her father would actually let her live her life the way she chose. He hadreminded her often enough of her duty to him and the clan. And while he had encouraged her boldness, her need to be herself, when the time came, she was expected to reign in her independent nature and be a dutiful daughter.
Unfortunately, she could never accept that, so she had no other choice but to die. And she had better remain dead if she wanted to live free, which was why she had to remember she was the understanding, patient Sister Terese, not the snappish, shrewish Alyce Bunnock.
Terese and Piper made their way through the forest, their nun attire tucked in the cloth sacks that hung on their arms, along with other essentials. Terese would do what was necessary and then return to the convent, hopefully with this ordeal laid to rest.
Lachlan couldn’t believe that Sister Terese had left when he had ordered her not to go alone. He hadn’t learned of her absence until hours after she had been gone. He had been so caught up in the children’s happiness and too intent on finding out more, if possible, about the warring clans from the parents, that he had forgotten about Sister Terese.
No, that wasn’t completely true. He had assumed she would listen to him, follow his orders and wait for him to accompany her to wherever it was she wanted to go. When he discovered from a reluctant Sister Rowena that Sister Terese had gone deep
Megan objected with a firm shake of her head. “That’s much too dangerous. You take a serious chance of being harmed.”
“Not if I arrive wearing my nun garments and with news that would benefit them,” Terese suggested. “This would surely put me in their good graces and in turn benefit us. Besides, I must learn their intentions here.”
Megan stopped shaking her head. “It is an idea that could work, but it still remains dangerous.”
“I thought the same,” Piper added. “Though what other way is there?”
Megan nodded and asked, “Piper will go with you?”
“Yes, I need her. And it is wise that we take our leave as soon as possible and have done with this matter,” Terese said, “though I will need your help in distracting Lachlan. He thinks to come with me.”
A scream interrupted any response and excited, though unintelligible shouts followed. All three women hurried to see what the commotion was about. In the end it was the unexpected fuss that gave Terese and Piper the cover they needed to sneak away.
The three women were startled to see Beatrice and Harry fling themselves into the arms of a tired andragtag couple who would have dropped if it had not been for the children’s hardy embrace.
That Beatrice and Harry should be reunited with their mother and father, everyone agreed, was nothing short of a miracle. Some chaos pursued since everyone seemed to be talking at once, while the children, teary-eyed, clung to their parents. Neither children nor parents expected ever to see each other again. They had been separated in the mayhem of a battle that had spilled onto their farm. The children witnessed the carnage and believed their parents dead. The frightened brother and sister left thinking they had no one but each other. Ever since that day the parents, George and Gelda, had searched tirelessly for them.
All were caught up in the joyous reunion; it was Megan who saw opportunity in the moment and urged Terese and Piper to take their leave before anyone noticed.
They did. The last thing Terese saw of Lachlan was his charming smile as he spoke to the happy parents about their daughter and son’s bravery. She bid him a silent good-bye, and oddly enough, realized that she would miss him.
A crazy thought, that should never have entered her head. And she suddenly felt guilty for having snapped at him. It was nonsense to be angry with him simply because he knew what he wanted and more than likely would get it.
She had been foolish to ever think her father would actually let her live her life the way she chose. He hadreminded her often enough of her duty to him and the clan. And while he had encouraged her boldness, her need to be herself, when the time came, she was expected to reign in her independent nature and be a dutiful daughter.
Unfortunately, she could never accept that, so she had no other choice but to die. And she had better remain dead if she wanted to live free, which was why she had to remember she was the understanding, patient Sister Terese, not the snappish, shrewish Alyce Bunnock.
Terese and Piper made their way through the forest, their nun attire tucked in the cloth sacks that hung on their arms, along with other essentials. Terese would do what was necessary and then return to the convent, hopefully with this ordeal laid to rest.
Lachlan couldn’t believe that Sister Terese had left when he had ordered her not to go alone. He hadn’t learned of her absence until hours after she had been gone. He had been so caught up in the children’s happiness and too intent on finding out more, if possible, about the warring clans from the parents, that he had forgotten about Sister Terese.
No, that wasn’t completely true. He had assumed she would listen to him, follow his orders and wait for him to accompany her to wherever it was she wanted to go. When he discovered from a reluctant Sister Rowena that Sister Terese had gone deep
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