Paulinus is the king’s man now. He leads daily worship in the Great Church, while my ladies and I attend chapel led by a mere priest. Once Paulinus relied on me to intercede with King Edwin, but no longer. He’s the archbishop, the man who will usher Edwin into heaven.
Paulinus told my husband an eternal God must have a church built of stone, so when people enter, they know the building will stand for eternity. Edwin agreed, and ordered foundations dug around the timber structure. I doubt Edwin cares what God wants, but he’s impressed by the stone ruins of the Roman garrison. I know my husband. If the Romans built in stone, he will do the same.
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