She had been preoccupied with all that had been happening and her regular duties had suffered. She worked swiftly through the many fat ledgers for several hours, breaking off only for the office. By the time she set off to the church for vespers – with the exception of compline, with its satisfying sense of completing the daily round, her favourite office of the day – she felt that she had just about caught up. She returned to her room after the evening meal, intending to work until every task was finished. She thought it would not be long; however, she became engrossed in studying a proposed scheme to market wool from sheep on the Abbey’s lands to the north of Romney Marsh and several hours passed. One of the candles on her table flickered and went out. Looking up in surprise, she saw from the little that remained of the second just how long she had sat there. She leaned back in her chair, stretching luxuriously and feeling the taut muscles at the base of her neck crack in protest.
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