Chapter Thirteen
“You’re working too hard,” Knowland tells me. He repeats this refrain until I’m bored with it. We both know why I’ve suddenly become more priestly—a more avid worker in this province of ours. Bringing food to the needy and counseling my flock seems to take my mind from Teagan. It also makes me realize that there are other unhappy people in Utopia as well as me. This can be both a comfort and a revelation.
Since this is not a place where a priest keeps secrets easily, there are many that know I am myself nursing deep wounds. I’m sure if I met another Teagan, which I won’t, there would be scores to sneak about and follow me to a w***e’s house. I preferred my life before I became a married man—now both married and spurned. Of course Knowland circulated his own rumor
