Chapter 40: AftermathThe Teacher looked at the elderly woman seated on the bench that the young novice was pointing at. Her curly, grey hair hung loose in the back, and her robe was the butternut color of homespun material. It was secured with a cord.
“She has been sitting there for two hours,” said the novice. “I didn't want to tell her she had to leave. Everyone seems to think she's harmless and will wander off.”
“And why must she leave?” The Teacher's blue eyes were puzzled, but at least a small smile played on his lips.
The novice took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. “She is at the most revered grave in this sacred cemetery.”
The Teacher shook his head. “I do not know what they are teaching in your classes, but this is an old cemetery that is revered for the historic
