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Purge the Evil
April 3, AD 643, Bebbanburg
Frithlac walked down the path, praying fervently with every step. He prayed the Beati, interspersed with the Pater Noster, as he had that day when the angel had brought his message. And so he prayed the same again, coming back from the same holding, hoping for another visitation.
He ignored the niggling feeling of doubt. God did not reward fear, only faith. No matter that this was the second time he had gone back to the holding since the time the angel had interrupted him. No matter that the last time had proven uneventful. He would keep going back, showing God that he was ready to act.
Unlike the bishop. He scowled, anger filling him at the memory of their conversation. He had prayed, as Aidan had asked. Of course he had. But he would do
