In the Shadows of the Mountains - Chapter Six: In the Halls of Canterbury

The cathedral was filled with a soft, golden glow, the morning sunlight streaming through the stained glass and casting colors across the stone floors. Canterbury Cathedral stood as a place of reverence, its towering columns and intricate carvings a reminder of the faith that bound England’s Christians to the call of God. For Sir Edmund Godwinson, kneeling in the pews with his head bowed, it was a sacred space, a respite from the worldly struggles that had plagued him for years.

Beside him, Gautier d’Aulnay knelt as well, though with considerably less reverence. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh as he waited for the service to end, his gaze flicking to the flickering candles and ornate statues with a look of faint amusement. He was familiar with faith, yes, but he saw it as a means to an end, not the driving purpose of his life.