Jeanne: Whatsoever Things

So then, she had a man. That was well. Druce nodded to himself, attempting to picture in his mind what sort of a man could keep a woman like this steady: a formidable one, no doubt. He came back to her question with a blink, rearranging his limbs as he leaned on the fence post. "What are you to do," he repeated, musingly. "What you are to do, girl, is follow orders. A soldier follows orders, and you, and the Guttersnipe, and even our broken-armed friend, are soldiers in valley. My lord Ambrosius will give you further instruction when the time comes: never fear. For now, go back to the orchard and, while you are at your work, keep your mind off war. Think on other things - "Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are noble, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely..." His voice trailed off and he turned to look away across the land. Then he continued, softly, as if to himself, "Whatsoever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy — meditate on these things."

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