Chapter Twelve'Come along and let me show you around,' the prior extended a hand in welcome. 'We are quite proud of our priory here, even although the Bible does not recommend Pride.'
'So I believe,' Lorna took an immediate liking to this cheery man as she looked around at the tall Norman pillars of the priory. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, making a multicoloured rainbow across the stone interior. 'You have a fine church here, Sir.'
'It is a fine church in need of much repair,' the prior said, 'but funds are lacking.' He shook his bald head. 'The spirit is willing, but the purse is weak.'
'That is not uncommon,' Lorna did not restrain her smile.
'So, Miss Buchanan; how can I help you? I assume you are not here merely to admire the architecture.' The prior's gentl
