Autumn 1094 SR
“Blessed be our saviour,” said the prioress.
“And may Saint Agnes look kindly upon us,” intoned Charlaine.
She was kneeling before the altar of her saint, her hands clasped tightly together, tears running freely down her cheeks.
“Do you take this pledge willingly?” asked Prioress Ophelia.
“I do, of my own free will,” the smith replied.
“Then I welcome you to the Sisterhood of Saint Agnes. Long may you serve.”
The prioress held out her hand, and Charlaine took it, rising from where she knelt.
“You are one of us now,” said the elderly Holy Woman. “Come, let us find you a room where you may rest.”
“What will befall me now?” asked Charlaine.
“That depends on you. There are many ways to serve the order. You are already well versed in the teachings of our Blessed Saint.
