Priest Tim steadied his breath as he entered the manor with the baskets of bread in hand. Wallace then signaled over a slave to take them from him. Suddenly, Priest Tim spoke up.
"Is Daisy around?"
"Why? Do you need her for something?"
Wallace raised an eyebrow, surprised that Priest Tim would specifically ask for Daisy.
"She asked a question about my last sermon, and I didn't get to answer her right away. For the past two days, I've been praying for God to guide me. Now that He has finally graced with an answer, I must let her know."
"You can tell me the answer. I will relay your message to her," smiled the slave who was with Wallace.
"I'm sorry, but I think it would be more appropriate if I tell her personally. This is, after all, my job."
Priest Tim stood his ground, insistent and adamant. The slave then turned around to look at Wallace for an answer, but he simply shrugged.
"It's hard to say no to a priest. Call Daisy here."
