Prisoner of Conscience
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by Susan R. Matthews
She’d do no such thing. So she kissed him instead. “I’ll be Joslire’s nun for you,” Ailynn promised. “I may even remember you to your, how do you say it, to your holy Mother. But only when I consider what this means to me. Every hour of every day, for the rest of my life.”
“No, only for twenty-six — ”
He started to protest. She kissed him again, to silence him. She knew what he was going to say. He wasn’t paying attention. For an officer he could be very thickheaded.
Finally he yielded, and smiled and kissed back.
Oh holy Mother, she thought to herself. Just to start practicing.
Holy Mother, I’m free.
She could spend her life praying and never work off the debt that she owed to Andrej Koscuisko.