It was most curious.
Father Malachy returned to the chapel to prepare for morning mass, struggling to make sense of the lady Isabella’s behavior. He had never known her to be devout, and generally she came as late to services as could be contrived without earning anyone’s ire. She had been distressed, to be certain, although he could not imagine why she had been praying behind the altar table.
It was all most curious. Never mind that the son of the baker and his wife, Siobhan, was so obviously improved that the boy would scarce remain still to be blessed. His parents clearly thought it unnecessary that Father Malachy had made the journey to their abode.
It could be that the lady Isabella learned responsibility. It could be that she took her newfound skills as an apprentice healer most s
