Francis stopped his digging and looked up at Peter.
“I have heard nothing, but was so fixed in prayer I may well have missed it. Shall we go together?”
A flutter of white moths landed in the trees above them, causing the dry leaves to crackle with the ascent.
“I have a foreboding”, said Peter.
“As do I.”
In the near distance there were now many noises to be heard, gathering all of a sudden. Many men and carts struggled for a place beside those at the front hacking their way through the forest - felling the medium trees in order that the path be made wider to accommodate their train. Amongst the cargo to be seen were mason’s blocks and carved statuary, robes, foods, candles and ledgers, belts and bobs, and luxurious resins.
“Brothers of poverty … I have authorisation from our most beloved Papa Grace to deliver to you all you might need.”
“I have no such ambition to grow this Community with a likeness to the holdings about. Our work and worth in this world is not measured by numbers - be them building or men. We are but a few whose life is simplified. We have denounced all of the burdens of ownership. Our aspiration need breathe only the vapours of Heaven.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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