Wed Jul 09, 2003 10:10 am
Cloaked in grey, the tall figured rode, side saddle, atop the swaybacked old mare. These last weeks had been hard on her, but she suffered in the name of God. What more could she possibly ask for then to serve the Lord in whatever way he chose?
The final days as they approached Myrken Wood had been trying indeed. Great masses of horses and men, wagons loaded down with all manner of war toys. Their supplies had run low, and as such, Lady High Inquisitor Madeline Graf had fasted these last three days, so that those who saw her way clear to the Priory could eat.
It was a welcomed sight, the Priory. It had been days since she had bathed, and they all knew that cleanliness was important. A short bath would be exactly what she needed. Of course she must see Prior Hivarin first, and then Brother Tomias.
Dismounting, the tall woman strode to the door of the Priory, drawing back the grey cloak, patched here and there, and thread bare in other places. A stern face, which wore a smile for the brother who greeted her, was revealed.
"I am Lady High Inquisitor Madeline Graf. I wish to speak with Prior Hivarin and Brother Tomias Gestahl as soon as possible."