Arms linked, Raedmona and Asculf strolled around the Sceapig abbey grounds, but he sensed that something troubled his wife.
“What’s the problem? I can tell when you are bothered, for you are blissfully silent.”
Ignoring this provocation, she led him to a bench and drew him to sit beside her.
“It’s Cyneflaed.”
He did not expect this, because his wife and mother had always enjoyed an easy-going relationship. The surprise on his face was enough for her to launch into an explanation.
“I’m thinking about Raedulf. He adores his grandmother. You should see them together. It’s clear that she feels the same way about him.”
“So, how is that a problem?”
Raedmona sniffed. “Don’t you see? He misses her so much. She’s been prioress these last five months and loves her responsibility. I’m convince
