Prayers~
Peder Griffith
Connamara, Connor
“He who has ears,” Peder said as he made the sign of blessing on Anne’s forehead.
“Let him hear,” she said.
And with that, Anne’s midday prayers were done. She rose and smoothed the gold ruffles on her emerald gown. The Connor colors were an appropriate choice for the occasion. It gave him hope she intended to make an effort with the Rhynns.
Franz waited for her in a matching emerald coat over gold satin breeches. He’d finished his prayers much earlier than his pious wife, as usual. Franz never hurried her, but his own conversations with the Almighty were considerably more concise. Sometimes, when Anne was in the midst of her long, ardent devotions, Peder could almost imagine the Almighty nodding off to sleep.
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