41
An Angel of Light
April 2, AD 643, Lindisfarne
"My lord bishop, I beg of you, you must listen to me!”
Aidan stifled a sigh. He had much to do in these days of Lent, when the extra prayers and services were added to the regular duties of a bishop, and little time to spare. Especially since Frithlac’s concerns were usually trivial ones.
The monk stood in his characteristic pose, with his chest jutted out, feet spread wide and planted firmly, fists held tightly at his side. Like he readies for a fight. Would that he could understand there is no need for fighting here.
“Me son,” he began, “ye have no need to beg me for my ear. I will listen to ye, and gladly.”
Frithlac flushed. He had cornered Aidan after Terce as Aidan and Father Cian walked back to the bishop’s cell to work on some
