The Bride Gift
“With much to consider, she would have retreated to her place in the woods to sit and think, but it didn’t feel special anymore.“What do you stitch, my lady?” Brother Crispin strode toward her. He looked at the tapestry in her hands. It revealed a young girl, sweetly winsome, on the brink of some grand adventure. There was a smile on the girl’s lips, as if the world held boundless magic for her.“She is lovely.” Crispin touched a delicate finger to the glowing fall of hair over the girl’s shoulder.“Aye.” A lump rose in her throat. “She was lovely.”“Ah.” He eased onto a pillow at her feet. “Do I sense a sad tale?”His face was so similar to his brother’s, yet so very different. “It is a likeness of my sister, Bess.” The words surprised her as she said them. Brother Crispin had a way about him that made her want to talk. It must serve him well as a priest.“What happened to her?” Crispin gently traced the sweet smile on Bess’s face with his finger. Helena had worked hours to get just that e...xpression, so she could remember Bess that way .MoreLess
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