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#Excerpt II - Through the Meadow

In the last month of the hot season, I was pleased. Everything calmed down around Shaeriden. The next harvest will be in by the cooling season. We had a surplus of food. And there was movement in the Holy One’s decision. The news came on an unbearable day. James and I were called to Ploum by Archbishop Alfred. We packed immediately, pleasantly, and left not even two days later. Momma brought John, Allen, Peter, Michelle and Johanna outside to wave us farewell.