The Ordination of the Novice
darkness. The distant toll of the evening bell echoed through the
ed with questions she dared not voice. Beyond her window, moonlight broke through drifting clouds,
ew her cloak tighter, though the chill that gripped her came not from the air but f
ts. The door creaked open and Maire slipp
asleep?" Mai
r head. "Could
if Emily's wakefulness eased her own guilt. She sat
ething in the sacristy," she murm
ething... felt something, per
share, Emily. Not all ears here are friendl
oice low. "And Annalise
ition beats in her heart as surely as prayer. Fat
that," Emi
: late nights whispering of dreams, secrets, and doubts; mornings
brushing Emily's. "Whatever happens,"
ce catching. "For leaving you to ca
iveness mingling in her eyes. "Sleep,
ing where flickering torchlight painted restless patterns. Sle
self once more in the sacristy. The air felt colder, the shado
most human, whisper
embe
empty. Only the candles burned - and their flames
moved in the air. Then a figure took shape in the deepest shadow: no
" the whisper curled around
e. The cell lay silent, the moon's pale glow painting a thin line across the
leep: soft footsteps, deliberate, unhurried. Sh
study in calm shadows. For a heartbeat, their gazes locke
Annalise murmured, voi
ly whispered back, steppin
often comes late to those who carry burden
uestion that had grown since dawn
you left - and returned," she said, voice low, almost g
m a danger?"
ion yet unanswered. And questions can be
ched Annalise's gaze for hostility, but found only warin
aid, voice steady despite the tremo
ts the faith you profess?" Annalise
en I will face it -
acknowledging Emily's words. "Then let us both pray y
orridor as she walked away. Emily watched until the shado
, heart pounding. Annalise's words echo
moonlit courtyard. The old stones gleamed silver unde
something had begun to stir - something
ng palms together. The prayer that rose wa
courage to f
to hold to truth, even
ister arches like a voice half-heard. And E
int Avila was no
n had begun to