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CHECK MATE: Bishop takes castle.

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Book didn't know how to reply. The abbott's words had both flattered and terrified him.

“I.. I'm not sure I'm ready for such a delicate mission, Father Abbott,” he said. “There must be others more reliable than I. I still have so much to learn...”

“Are you questioning my judgement?” the abbott asked, with a twinkle. “Don't I recall you making a vow of obedience?”

Book nodded and lowered his eyes. “I am your servant and the Lord's.”

The abbott smiled kindly. “Good. This mission is indeed delicate, but you have all the necessary skills. I know the past weighs heavily on you, but this may provide you with the means of transforming it into something pleasing to God. All those attributes you so despise just now may prove vital. 'Who sweeps a room as by His laws, makes that and the action fine.' God will guide you. Simply have faith.”

Book nodded again and looked up. The crows' feet around the abbott's shrewd little eyes deepened as he beamed at his latest recruit. “I have every confidence in you, Book. Would you like to hear the details now?”

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He closed the trunk with a sigh and a growing feeling of trepidation. Since coming to the Abbey he'd discovered the kind of peace he'd only ever dreamt of. A warm blanket of acceptance and love that blotted out all his fear and guilt and self-disgust. He had hoped to spend the rest of his days here, to die at prayer perhaps and be buried in the garden under the shelter of the blossoming cherry tree.

But it was not to be. It seemed his redemption must be earned. Once again he must walk the world. And try not to stray from the straight and narrow path that leads to Paradise. The abbott had entrusted him with this task and he would do his best not to fail the old man. If only he weren't so damnably weak!

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After the quiet shade of the Abbey, the noise, colour and heat of the Eavesdown docks were an assault on his senses. He coul