Ethelberga, Abbess of Lyminge
My nephew sends twenty thanes to escort Hildeburg and her ladies to East Anglia. After we embrace one last time, I watch the wagons pass through the gate, and I remember the girl I taught to read.
She mustn’t go to Frankland and be lost to us. I go inside to write a letter to Abbot Aidan. Surely someone at his abbey can translate Latin.
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