Chapter+1+-+The+Cell

//__1430 May 23rd - Mid-November__// //As I came to, my last memory was of a bridge rising as shadows crept upon me and black took me whole. I had silently prayed God to keep me safe, but if not, then I shall work harder for my Father.// //Now, I must see where I am.// //...This cold stone... the faint voices of those who suffered here... and cruel tone of it all... yes, this is, undeniably, a cell. They must have shut me in here, for 'bartering' reasons I am sure. The Burgundians are allies to the English. No doubt they will sell me to them.// //I force my rigid body to stand and peer outside the window of my jail. By the looks of the height, I'm approximately 60ft from the ground. It looks rather high, but I am going to take the chance.// //...No, there is no chance. I will survive, I know I will survive...// //...Because God is there for me.// //"Our holy Father, please... be with me!"// //With a mighty kick, enough to rival a horse's, I leap majestically from the graveyard and into the warm light, welcoming the wind tha////t I had always felt at the battles with the English. If I shall die,// //I wish to be buried wherever God sees fits.// //As the ground neared me li////ke// //an army to battl////e, I braced// //and te////nsed my////self as I f////elt the whole shockwave from hitting the ground vibrate throughout my entire body and flesh. For a long one moment, my heart had almost stopped due to the shock, and at that moment, I truly thought I was not going to make it.// //But nay, I had survived the fall, if barely. Perhaps I might have a little boast about this to the people of Rhiem, if I shall write another letter.// //Sudden shadows cover the sun's bright rays and I look up to see the man who had first captured me. It would seem that I must deal with the present situation myself. God will always be there for me, but there are things that I must do without his help.// //"Come with me," his gruff voice growled. "You're being sold off to the English."// //Oh how right I was...//

__**When ask by an Archbishop where she had hoped to die, she responded:**__ //"//**Wherever it may please God, I am sure neither of the time nor the place. I know no more of it than yourself. But I would that it were pleasing to God, my cre****ator//,// that I might now retire, laying arms aside, and that I might serve my mother and father, guarding their sheep with** **my sister and my brothers, who would be greatly rejoiced to see me.**//"//


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