By sneaking inside the sanctuary, did she risk the lives of the men who’d protected her growing up? Her answer came in the form of a bone-crushing hug Father Andrew gave her the moment she found him praying in the vestry. “My child…” Her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy. “Father Andrew, how can I bear it? My sire gone.” She collapsed against his shoulder. Until now, she’d held in her pain. “All that’s left are these.” She offered her cloak. He ignored it and cupped her chin the same way he always had whenever she cried as a child. “God’s will.” She sniffed, unable to accept the idea that any god would send a plague as gruesome as a Danish army to slaughter the faithful. “No matter what you say, I cannot believe the Almighty would do this.” She’d been surrounded by the bodies of dead men. How did that glorify God? “Remember the Israelites as Moses led them from captivity in Egypt?” he asked. She nodded. “How quickly did they forget God’s mercy and turn to idolatry and fornication?
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