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Looked on the parchment She could read, of course Her mother had insisted that she learn There was e in his clear and lovely script

There was always ins

The branches of the rosebush trereeting or a fare-thee-well Or a pack of young riders out on autuer to try their skills, heedless of the ebb and flow around them

A child’s memory is malleable and elusive, and she had only seen him that one time, really, in the dark church at Hersford when her father had woken out of the Abyss into which he had fallen, although ed by the teovern action

Be merciful

Then you have done as he would have done Go in peace

Some say he died in that distant valley and lies in an unrave Soht by the hand of God our Mother, because of his great holiness Some say he took a vow of silence and retired to an isolated monastery to pray and to teach by his exaood works But there re--that he walks abroad still That he walks unseen to the sight of er, those who suffer, those in need That as he walks a the common people he touches a few, and at his touch the rose of compassion blooms in their hearts