The sun had long since set, and most sisters had gone to the dormitory they shared. Makae had spent much of the time since dinner in the library, pouring through tomes for any local history that may help her. Of course, despite all the books the nuns here had transcribed there had been little that was any help.
So she found herself in front of the altar to the Virgin Mary in the south transept of the church. Emilie beside her, both women upon their knees as they offered prayers to God, Christ, and the holy mother.
Together they finished, crossing themselves before rising. They moved in silence from the transept to the cloister, deciding to leave the covered walkway and go through the central garden itself.
Quietly they talked, as Makae shared what little she'd discovered, but also her f
