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He sat down and snapped a few blueberries off the bush He ate them slowly, his eyes deep and serious "I wonder howa few of her own Their shoulders touched "I wish there was a e could find out"

Al It was the sound of a door shutting The garden had a loall, but it was not low enough that they would not be seen if someone walked nearby Thankfully, there were several fruit trees in the enclosure and Lia and Colvin rowth and hid behind the thick mass of leaves and apricots and plums She snatched a few and stuffed the footsteps She heard two sets Craning her neck, she stared towards the manor house

The first person she observed was a tall, thin ray cassock of an Aldermaston but with a dirt-smeared smock over it There was a pocket in the front of the smock and soer than the Alderray in his dark beard His hair was thicker, co towards the gardens, speaking softly to the person beside hihtly bowed – Ellowyn Demont

"The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable"

- Gideon Penman of Muirwood Abbey

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT:

Aldermaston of Tintern Abbey

Colvin approached so quietly, she was startled when she felt his breath against her ear

"I can hardly believe it," he whispered "The Mediuht her out to us"

As the Aldermaston and Ellowyn approached, their voices could finally be heard The Aldermaston had a soft voice, one that was slow and rich and full of tenderness "Are you cold? Do you need a shawl?"

"No, I am quite comfortable," was Ellowyn’s meek reply