The next morning, we look across the bay, and I see I was right about the source of the noise. Egfrid’s camp stretches out before us. When the tide ebbs, he’ll be able to reach us. If he wasn’t looking for me earlier, I’m sure he is now that I’ve slipped through his fingers. The sisters and I fall to our knees and pray for God’s mercy. We steel ourselves to hear the tide recede, fully prepared to become martyrs for God
But the tide doesn’t recede. Every day and night, high tide blocks Egfrid’s access to us. On the seventh day, Egfrid’s men break camp, and I know the king will not pursue me further. When the tide ebbs, the sisters and I find a fisherman willing to take us as far south as the mouth of the Humber River. Once there, we find a boat to take us to East Anglia and across the marshes to my dower lands on the island of Ely.
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