“Are you sure you can do it?”
“Yes. I can.” She said with vigor.
The infirmary was still when Abigail and I entered it. The convent’s only doctor was away, the medicine and tools were aside, and all of the beds were empty, but not until she settled herself on the last one beside the uns
GabrielIt was time for us to cut Michael open. I woke up the moment the hallway woke up. Unlike on the other side, our side of quarter was a bit chaotic. The knights were, and I was used to the disarray because I lived on a fortress full of them. But not all was a mess and I
We failed for Michael was fine. My habit and wimple were making it worst. I still felt hot and sticky as I went to the infirmary to perform my task as Sister Teresa’s new subordinate. But I was mainly a mole of our plan so I had to undermine her treatments to Michael any sooner now. “Great, you are here.”
Hana was mad about the plan. I told Hana about the success of what we had plan. That Michael was now with an infection, and that I was letting it live within him, so Gabriel could have time to convince his people about the unjust punishment they would sentence Michael. But she did not hear all that I had said, and only saw in her mind’s eye that he was suffering. “He was doing fine, Hana. You don’t have any
The Father knew about the thanksgiving even though he was not invited. The night sky was undecorated and the moon was alone, but it was enough to guide me of my path for I was in haste to go to where my sisters were. Every step was sounding on the concrete pave of the corridor and it was loud due to the cricket free night. As I turned to the next corner, there were three knights standing on the edge of the colonnades. For a quic
“I have a little surprise for you.” I said to Edith as we walked to the Farmhouse. She was lost for words, but her eyes were asking me what is it about. “You will have to wait and see.” I
Knowing that Agnes and Fatma fought was like knowing Santa Clause existed. “Where are they now?” I asked.
Agnes was sat on the opposite end of our olden table. Before she went there, she said that she would be eating with someone else, and it turned out that it was a crowd, that I had no idea she was friends with. While Fatma was in the middle of the table and she was only with Linda. She just waved and smiled at us as she sat there. “What happened to them? Are they still fighting?”
The smell of the herbs on the mortar was greeting me every time I would let the pestle meet its surface. It was a strong blend of bitterness and weird. This was the third medicine I unsuccessfully brewed, it meant it was time to go. I stopped, and turned to them. Gabriel and Michael were still having a heated yet silent argument, butI interrupted them, “Gabriel, I think it is time.”