She held her breath and tried to listen to what was happening in the room but could hear no sound over the pounding of her own heart. When the silence seemed to go on interminably, Seonaid opened her mouth and took a cautious breath, remembering well what had happened the last time she had breathed in through her nose. After several minutes of silence, she decided whoever had opened the door must have merely peered in and moved on. Seonaid was about to tug the tapestry aside and slip out when a scuffling sound reached them. Someone's foot had knocked against one of the pews. Had their hiding place been discovered? “Lady Seonaid?” She stiffened at the whispered query from the other side of the tapestry, then tugged it aside as she recognized the voice. “Sister Blanche!” Her gaze shot about the empty room; then she grabbed the woman's hand and tugged her behind the tapestry with them. “What do you?
