• Sir Slade sighed and walked into the confessional booth. He normally didn’t believe in this sort of thing but he was looking for answers and he didn’t know where else to look.
    “Forgive me Father for I have…” He began before cutting himself off. “In truth I don’t even know if what I did (or didn’t do) was a sin or not. I just feel guilty about it.” He said bluntly.
    “Tell me what is bothering you, Son. God and I are listening.” The father droned obviously agitated at the lack of ceremony Slade was taking with this.
    Slade sat down in the narrow chair that was in the confession booth. “It’s my squire, Lady Evalyne.” He started uneasily forfeiting all chances that the father wouldn’t know who he was. “I feel guilty for what happened to her. I swore to protect and honor women and I allowed her to be hurt. She is my servant and I allowed her to be attacked and I didn’t do anything to berate her attacker. Then out of foolishness I left her in the cold. It scares me to think what could have happened to her the hour I was away from her. Now the physicians say she asks for me when she’s delirious with fever and I can’t will myself to go to her for I fear she is angry with me.”
    The Father smiled to himself. “My Son, I have know Evalyne for many years and she is not one to get mad easily. She sees you as a father. She knows you only had her best interests at heart that night and would not view it as your fault for her wounding. As a chivalrous knight you should honor the lady and do all you can to help her recover. As you said, she is your servant but maybe being so is not in her best interest. As for what God would think of this, I cannot say.” The Father shook his head sadly.
    “Thank you Father.” Sir Slade said softly as he left the booth.
    “Go in peace, my Son.” The Father mumbled.
    “I wish I could.” Slade said to himself as he walked out of the cathedral.