True to his word, Hakon gave the monks free rein to practice their faith, and over the following days, Father Otker transformed life for his brethren into something with which they were far more familiar. He divided the days into the liturgical hours as they had done for years in the monastery. Hakon joined them when he could in their services, reveling in the soft, monotone voices that bolstered his faith and reminded him so much of his time in Winchester. On Sundays, the brothers marched to the top of the small rise north of the town and held their Mass. Father Otker stood with the pine trees at his back and recited the service in Latin to his kneeling monks. As he spoke, Wulfstan translated the words to the few townspeople brave enough or curious enough to listen.
Between their prayers
