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Lindisfarne Monastery, February 3, AD 643
“Ye be off again, Master Thomas?” Father Gaeth stopped in his tracks, his arms full of scrolls.
Thomas hid his impatience as he mounted Missy, tamping down the urgency that bubbled up. He forced himself to answer the Prior cordially. “Yes, just for a few days.”
He had no idea if that was true or not, but it didn’t matter. There was no time for a long conversation. He had been waiting all day for the tide to recede and now that it was safe to travel, he had to get on his way. “I’m going to Bebbanburg, to visit the Lord Celyn.”
“Ah. I am taking these records to the bishop. I’ll tell him straightaway,” Father Gaeth nodded briskly. Thomas was glad it was the Prior that he had run into. Gaeth was always in a hurry to go somewhere or do something
