The room was small and confining as she paced restlessly back and forth. Usually BriarRose found a sense of tranquility and peace with in the confines of her room, but tonight she seemed to sense something in the air. Heaving a heavy sigh, she tried once more to lay down upon her cot in the hopes that sleep would over take her.
There was a light knocking at her door. BriarRose quickly got up crossing the small space to open the door. Friar Thomas was standing there with a look of deep concern upon his face.
“Dear Child, I am sorry to bother you at such an hour, but I have just received a missive of great importance.” He handed her a letter with the crest of a lion broken upon it.
Her hands shook as she read the contents. Looking up she asked, “What am I to do?”
Friar Thomas shook his head, “I am uncertain, but you must leave immediately before he comes. I will try my best to dissuade him of your whereabouts my Child.”
“I must hurry then. I have a place I can go for now. Will you help me to get there?”
“I have a cart and donkey already waiting for you.”
“It will take me only but a quarter past to be ready.”
“Then I will wait for you outside.” Friar Thomas turned to leave as BriarRose shut the door behind him.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves she quickly packed her meager belongings. Although she dressed plainly her stature and bearing were unmistakeable for that of a lady. Her warm copper tresses flowed down her back as she fought to tie them up in a black ribbon. Finally ready, with a few minutes to spare she quietly let herself out of her room. Her slippered feet made very little noise as she walked down the hall to the side door entrance.
As he had promised, Friar Thomas waited for her. “I will take you to your destination, for I trust no other.”