Mathilda
“Knights of Saint Christopher, we, the sisters of Saint Agatha, welcome you all.”
The hall reverberated with Mother Renata’s voice. We were all summoned to welcome these so-called knights, even Granny, the old crook the convent adopted, was imperatively told to attend. I was at the back corner of the row, but I could still see them.
The knights stood in the middle of the hall. They were frozen in place, and separated into two columns while their sovereign was few distance up front. Though the knights were slightly bowed, their leader was standing tall with his chin up high. He was very intimidating.