IsobelThe day was getting away from them. Elizabeth talked some more about the streets the Templars had yet to cover and Isobel saw her sister tire. She had expected it; Elizabeth could be wearying for even the most energetic of her friends, but those in Esther’s condition could not expect to keep up with the woman’s vitality for long. Even in grief, Elizabeth did not keep still, and Isobel thought back to that time when Elizabeth was had stumbled into the church after her discovery at the house at Onehunga. The dead babies, the ones Rachel remembered. Isobel had sat beside her friend as Elizabeth wept and talked about the one baby who had lived. Elizabeth had rubbed her hands over her skirt constantly as she talked, oblivious to the shocked faces around her, jabbing at the fabric, as thou
