The old monk was bruised but not badly hurt from his encounter with the Northmen the evening before. Determined to keep their spirits up, he said cheerily, ‘Well, lad, the sun is up. Time to be stirring and on the road.’ ‘Do you think we could look for some food first?’ said Brendan. ‘I’m starving.’ Aidan said, ‘You know, it looks like there is something, or someone, looking after us. It wouldn’t happen to be your friend from the forest?’ He nodded to a pile of nuts and berries, and some wizened winter apples. A small clump of snowdrops grew beside it. Brendan bent down and gently touched the flowers. After they had eaten, Brendan said, ‘Where will we go, Aidan? What will we do?’ Aidan sighed. ‘I don’t think we should try to go to another monastery. Places that were once beacons of learning and peace have become the targets of the Northmen’s greed. For the moment anyway, we should find a place where we can do our work in secret. There’s more than one way of being a monk, you know.
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