F riar Pere’s eyes are deep blue and inscrutable. “Come in come in” he says. “Will you not close the door? Or are there more eavesdroppers out there?”
Bernat stands up and closes the door. Ramon looks down at his hands. Friar Pere’s words play in his mind. Perhaps this will lead him to follow in his ancestor’s footsteps. Though it was a tragic path.
Friar Pere always told him that he knows nothing of Ramon’s family or origins.
When Ramon was but a boy of maybe six summers’ life span each morning he would go up to the friar after morning Mass grab at his flapping black sleeve and say “Today Father? Today will you tell me of my family?”
