Chapter Twenty
Perched in his corner, Father Monroe watched as the usual crowd went about their play. Megan would be brought to him soon, after she’d been cleaned up and any of her injuries tended to. The scourge did have a tendency to cut. He knew that better than anyone. His own back was covered with more than a few scars from the device as well some fresh wounds. Megan would recover just as he did. No real harm done.
Apart from looking somewhat dazed, Megan was brought in and knelt at his feet within the hour. “How are you feeling, Sister,” he asked without looking at her.
“Fine, Father Superior. Thank you.”
“Have you any news for me?”
No one could hear them over the music and noise. “Yes, Father. I know what they plan on doing.”
“Tell me.”
Toiletry bags in hand, the troupe of
