Forgiveness is love, but blind hatred succors you through the worst nightmares
Mary came with her brother to see Jerusalem, but they were overrun by a tribe of thieves. Her brother disguised her as a knight and hid her amongst his men. She was placed in a cell with the Quinfortis who made sure they protected her identity.
She was our source of comfort and a harsh reminder of what had been stolen from us. In the horror that was our existence, she alone was our physician when we were ill and was the only solace we knew.
Now she is a part of the English court and no one other than those of us who were with her knows of her past and we keep her secret well.
