The wind never stops at Heretu, whether it blows white clouds across the sky or whips rain and fog into my face. Today, however, is a happy day filled with sun and celebration. God granted King Oswy his request and mine. Never again will Penda attack innocent people and steal their cattle. Oswy keeps his vow to God and sends his infant daughter to me.
I think of God granting Sarah the child Isaac in her old age. Now he grants me Elfleda.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish