The Abbot was a busy man. Our counselling sessions had developed into far wide ranging discussions. Should they be about my people? I found it amazing what I could recall, or we might discuss a difficulty facing the priory. I suppose I saw my joining in their religious life as being an expected part of the deal. The Abbot seemed an extraordinary, caring person, for during one of our conversations, he said, “We might pause for a moment and give thanks for Peggy’s life and ask our God to clasp her to him.” And I found myself kneeling in front of the prayer rail, listening to the father’s incantations with tears streaming down my face.
The wool clip had sold well and the Abbot was most effusive. “A wonderful result Darain, and you made such a first class job of it, thank you for all you have
