Just as Thomas was wondering why the Sherriff did not give the order for the Warden to bang on the door once more, a small shutter placed about halfway up it opened.
“Yes, may we help you?” the nun’s voice was sharp and it seemed to Thomas as if she were making a demand rather than asking a question.
“Good evening sister,” called the Sherriff from his horse, “we have some weary travellers in need of your good ministering.”
The nun’s face barely protruded from the shutter opening, but she managed to angle her head far enough to see Thomas’s cart.
Her expression remained stony. “We are at worship my son,” she directed her comment towards the Sherriff. “And men are not permitted within the cloister!”
Thomas knew straight away that the nun’s last comment was aimed at him.
He decided that
