“I go where God sends me,” Kirk said, coldly. “If my work is here, then I will stay here.”
“And what is your work, Batyushka?” said molly. She had stopped eating blackberries. For an instant, her glance darted to the trees overhead.
Kirk followed her eyes, but there was nothing there. An odd feeling crept up his spine. “To save souls,” he said. He could count the freckles on her nose. If ever a girl needed saving, it was this one. The blackberries had stained her lips and her hands.
molly half-smiled. “Are you going to save us, then?”
“If God gives me strength, I will save you.”
“I am only a country girl,” said molly. She reached again into the blackberry bush, wary of thorns. “I have never seen Tsargrad, or angels, or heard the voice of God. But I think you should be careful, Batyush
