Wednesday

Wednesday 8th October 1808

Dear Diary,
The Hoarbank Redemption!
I slept terribly as is usual upon these rustic beds. The sack cloth bedding chafed my extremities and I am scratching constantly. I was startled awake by the bells for 'Matins' and spent the morning in utter desolation and helplessness. Around midday I heard footsteps in the passage beyond and my spirits lifted slightly in the anticipation of some broth and bread but when the door swung open was surprised, but delighted, to see my dear sister Fanny enter. I confess I wept with joy at seeing her welcome face and hugged her to me heartily.
Sister Bernard was standing outside with another nun. I made to shut the door but Fanny stayed my hand.
"Wayne, I have brought Sister Hoarbank to visit you. She has come to offer you redemption."
The other nun with Sister Bernard stepped forward, meekly, into the room and Fanny closed the door.
"The only redemption I need is to be free of this place," I sighed.
"That is why I am here," squeaked Sister Hoarbank. Her voice was most odd. "I have come to 'extrabate' you."
"Extricate!" Fanny corrected and hit the nun on her head.
She laughed and pulled off her wimple to reveal Ned's head grinning back. I recoiled in horror thinking I must be dreaming but then realised it really was Ned.
"You make a dreadful nun." I gasped.
"Well, let us see if you make a better one," he said, removing his habit.
Thus, disguised as a nun, I escaped Ballbanger Abbey with Fanny, while the brave Ned remained in my stead to surprise Sister Bernard.
Some distance from the Abbey, Fanny halted the carriage.
"Ned has told me everything. We have little time. Willow left for Pimpmouth three days ago." She pulled out a large bag. "I have packed some things for you and you will find money within." She hugged me again and kissed my forehead, then with tears welling up in her eyes said;
"Go, find him and be happy."

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm almost weeping with happiness.

-h

Anonymous said...

Dear Wayne,

Sounds a plausible plan, but what of our dear Ned?

I admit he does owe you one but I dread his fate if he is to be abandoned in an Abby of 'hungry' nuns.

Yours concerned,

B.