I nod and say a small prayer that we will not drown. Just as I raise my arm, the wind changes again, bringing cool air from the sea. The fire begins to retreat as men beat it back with anything they can find. The wind continues blowing against the fire until there is nothing left to burn. I fall to my knees with my son by my side to thank God for his mercy.
The scops sing of our divine rescue. Aidan saw the flames and said, “Lord, see what evil Penda does.” The wind shifted, and those who would burn us found themselves in the fire.
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