Lys: Not All Pagans

Aithne looked up at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. She'd asked for forgiveness, not questions... Surely someone as learned as Master Lucius would forgive... But she had just confessed her selfishness. It wasn't right to continue in it.

"I... My father, mostly, and he from the Monk." Her chin lifted. "We are not all pagans in Eire. The One God is working in my land as well." She sighed. Pride again. "Our clan has served the Christ for many years. My father studied under the Monk, and he trained me. He helps the Monk, and leads liturgy when the Monk is taking the Word to other clans."

She looked down. "Would that our neighbors had listened." she muttered.