My desire to be with my sister in Chelles is an illusion. I don’t even know if she lives. And I’ve come to crave the silence of prayer. It was Penda and Cadwallon who cast me out of Northumbria, not Oswy. Besides, his queen is my kinswoman.
Aidan and Hieu hear my vows and those of my sisters. We reject the world’s vanities and vow to serve the poor. We continue our life together, self-sufficient in our own world, until I receive news that I’m appointed Abbess of Heretu.
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