They headed to sanctuary. Francis and Patrick led Sherman, Cheryl, and Spot, a horse Ted provided for Nina, so named because of a single white patch on its forehead.
As they walked and visited, the day came alive. People scurried past, children laughed and ran, buggies clattered, roosters crowed, and dogs barked. Several townspeople greeted them. It was clear by their smiles and waves that Ted and Faith were neighborhood favorites.
“Faith here,” Ted said, putting an arm around her, “was quite the Oathtaker back in the day, and is a great healer. People come from all around to see her when they need things. I bet she’s birthed—what, Faith, about a hundred babies?” He pulled her closer and smiled at her.
“I suppose that’s about right. With Polesk having swelled so terrifically in size in the last years, and now with the mission home up and running, my skills are called upon fairly frequently.”
“How long since you—” Mara began.
“Were an active Oathtaker?” Faith completed the question. “My charge died of natural causes about forty years ago. Shortly after that I met my husband and had my family and now— Well, just think, now I have grandchildren!”
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