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He Has a Choice
February 28, AD 643, Somewhere in Bernicia
Godric trudged down the road, humming. Music gave him some moments of clarity. Moments were all he had. Sooner or later his leash was yanked and he would have to submit, but while he had some free thought, he was going to use it.
He headed southeast, towards Lindisfarne. Because Thomas and his father had stayed for the wolf hunt, he had a head start on them. Time for him to get to the monastery first, check out the lay of the land. Not that he would stay at the monastery. The thought made him slightly ill.
Of course, if he had a choice, he would go in exactly the opposite direction from Thomas’ father. But that was the trouble, wasn’t it? He had no choice.
To distract himself from that unpleasant thought, he turned his min
