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P.s. Guess what? I just got a new haircut! It's so cute and short and I have bangs again, which I have missed, and I just love it so much I felt obliged to share this wonderful life event of mine with all of you. See you at the end!


Chapter 3: The Convent

When they landed, Robin wasn't exactly sure of what was going to happen. It had been all been arranged that she would stay with a convent for a few weeks and then decide what to do based on how things had gone. Now she didn't know what was going to happen. After they had gathered their luggage, Amon procured a cab and gave an address to the driver on a slip of paper. Robin opened her mouth to ask, but Amon silenced her with a glare before she could utter a sound. And while his glares normally hurt her a little, now all she could think was that she had missed them. She had missed the silence that settled between them. They didn't have to talk. At least, not right now. Little did she know, Amon had missed her quite a bit. He found, much to his frustration, that he had missed the way Robin could pick up on his subtle signs. It could never be a good thing to get emotionally involved with someone you were protecting; he knew that. And yet… Almost an hour later, they pulled up to a church. Robin was confused. After the cab had driven away, they turned and stared for a moment at the gothic church.

"Amon? Is this…?"

"Yes, the convent. The church is Protestant, so they won't have any connection with SOLOMON." They began to walk up the stairs and just as Amon began again, "Robin, I had to-" a formidable looking nun cut him off.

Robin immediately dropped into a small curtsy and the older woman's face lit up. This girl had been brought up in church. She had not known what to expect when she heard the two were coming. And now she was at ease. Even if the man was not the nicest, his wife more than made up for it. She stepped aside to let them in.

"I'm Sister Maryann, please come in. We've prepared your room."

Robin was a little startled to hear that they were going to be sharing a room. This was, after all, a convent. The only way they would allow that was if…oh no, they couldn't possibly think that…could they? Was this the reason Amon had sounded so strained before the woman had thrown open the door? Could it be? Robin noticed very little around them and only came out of her own thoughts when they stopped at a door. The room was nice for a convent, with a large bed and a small, tall wardrobe. There was a small table and chair near the window.

"The bathroom is just across the hall. You are welcome to eat with us; you'll hear the bell. I'll leave you to unpack now." Just as she was about to shut the door behind her, Robin called out softly.

"Sister Maryann, would it be alright if I joined you for prayers?"

"Of course, young one. I presume you know…?"

"Yes, I was raised in the church. Prayer was always my favorite time of day and I have missed it…" Robin trailed off, now self-conscious. Sister Maryann reached out and clasped her hands together.

"You are always welcome, dear. Bless you." She turned and left after a quick glance at Amon, whose facial expression had not changed since she had seen him. Robin took her sweet time looking around at everything, trying to avoid his gaze. She knew that if she caught it, they would have to talk. But soon enough there was nothing left to look at.

"Amon-"

"Robin-", they had both started. Robin nodded to tell him to go on. He sighed and went on. "I meant to tell you before…however, this was the only way and…I hope you are not…uncomfortable with the situation." Oh my goodness, Amon doesn't know what to say. This was the first time in nearly two years that she had heard him stumble over his words. He was clearly uncomfortable and she realized in that second that he was waiting for her to say something. She cleared her throat lightly, a slight blush upon her high cheekbones.

"No, no it is fine. I understand, Amon. It's alright if I go to prayers…?" She didn't know what exactly he thought the situation was. And if he thought it could possibly be dangerous at all, he would not let her go. And it was true. He had been set on telling her no after the nun had left, but then…just the way she asked if it was okay…

"I will accompany you." Robin's slight smile told him he'd made the right choice. Five minutes later, when they were unpacking some of their things, she spoke again, albeit hesitantly.

"Amon…have you ever been to prayers?"

"No," he answered with a sharp shake of his head.

"I think…you will like it. It is…quiet." A quick glance told him she was smiling to herself about something. He wondered what it could be. A small chime resounded throughout the church and convent and Robin's eyes sparkled in anticipation. She clasped her hands together silently in happiness, then turned to him. "It is time."


Amon found that he did indeed enjoy prayers; they made him somewhat relaxed, and it was beautiful whenever Robin said a prayer aloud. Her voice was soft, alight with happiness, joy, and reverence, barely a whisper. His suspicions that the nuns would love Robin were confirmed and she quickly became quite popular at prayers and meal times. The nuns would even seek her out for special visits, or scripture readings, for her voice and manner were so graceful and she understood things on a level that they had thought no one of sixteen could ever manage. However, though Robin loved the motherly affection and love that surrounded her, Amon sensed that it was too much for her sometimes. It could be a small sigh, or a slight slump of the shoulders when a knock sounded at their door. He had no idea how to stop her; she would never stop herself, she was far too kind for her own good.

And then there was the matter of sleeping every night. The first night had been especially awkward. Amon had been all set for sleeping on the floor, giving the bed to Robin, but she had insisted they share the bed. They had slept with their backs to each other the whole night and did not end up particularly entwined together, as Amon had been afraid they would. Amon discovered that she was a bit of a cover-hog (which was perfectly fine because he normally didn't cover up very much) and Robin discovered that he kicked the top sheet to the bottom of the bed. This made making the bed a bigger chore than it was but she didn't really mind… It was enough that he was here with her. Amon was often the subject of her private prayers. She prayed for him, about him, for the ones that loved him, and for the ones he loved. Robin felt somewhat guilty whenever she prayed about Amon; he would completely dominate her thoughts and prayer was supposed to be about God. And yet…she could not help herself from enjoying it when she woke with his scent in the air around her…she could not stop her thoughts of him.


The fifth day they were there, Robin was once again wearing her old dress and her hair in her old hairstyle. She had missed it all after so long and Amon unexpectedly enjoyed it quite a bit. It was that day that when prayers came around in the afternoon, he quietly asked her if she would prefer to take a walk around the gardens instead. Her green eyes lit up and she nodded, breathlessly saying yes. Wrapping herself in a black shawl since there was bite in the autumn air, they walked. The gardens were beautiful and they took their time, stopping every once in a while. Walking back to their room nearly half an hour after prayers were over, they found Sister Maryann.

"Oh, Robin there you are. We sisters were so worried when you didn't show up for prayers…we thought something might've been wrong, but I can see everything's fine. Would you like to come to the scripture reading after dinner? It's a passage out of Luke."

Amon answered for her. "I'm afraid she'll be unavailable." Sister Maryann stared at him.

"Oh, well then, have a nice night," she said stiffly after she realized he would say no more. "Goodnight, Robin."

"Goodnight, Sister."

They went into the room and Amon shut the door. While taking off her shawl, she spoke. "The gardens are lovely. They'll be wonderful when winter comes."

Robin wasn't mad at Amon for interfering at all. In fact, she was inwardly rejoicing. His speculations had been right; Robin had been feeling a bit of dread whenever someone wanted her. The nuns were always talking, talking, talking. It was nice chatter, but she had always been a quiet girl and she simply did not chatter. She found listening to it put her in a bit of a mood, as well. Of course, she would never say this, but it was nice that Amon had noticed and made an effort for them to have some quite time alone. It was better than nice, in Robin's eyes. Folding the shawl, she wondered if he was planning on going somewhere or doing something…otherwise, there was no real reason why she'd be unavailable and then he'd be lying to them. She would be too. However, this problem was solved when Amon spoke.

"I've checked everything out and the surrounding town seems fine. I need to do some errands…there's a restaurant…" He left the question unspoken, knowing she had heard it.

"Eating out sounds nice. Is there a book shop?" So he'd been checking out the town while she was scripture reading with the nuns. She'd wondered where he'd gone when he deemed her safe for the time being. She was glad he had asked her to go along. And maybe, if there was bookstore…

"Yes, just a small one. I suppose we could check it out." Amon glanced at her out of the corner of his eye to see her just unable to put the shawl back in it's place properly. He hadn't noticed she had jumped to get it down earlier. Leaving his laptop, he gently took it and put it back. Robin mumbled her thanks and felt a slight flush. Being short was so bothersome sometimes. But really, she wasn't so short. The shelf in the wardrobe was just unusually high…and Amon was tall. He'd have to bend a little if they ever…

"What time did you want to leave?"

"After I'm done with the log."

She nodded. "I'll be ready."


Goodness. Well, let me know what you think…thanks again to everyone who reviewed…Not much to say today…I've used these little dots a lot! And to head off anyone who wants to ask about the whole "log" thing, Amon keeps a daily log on his laptop...for, um...security reasons. Truthfully I just need something to put there. ;)But there was more conversation between them and the next chapter they'll be out on the town! Can't wait! Please, don't hesitate if you notice something wrong…tell me! Love,

Dizzy