Before they had gone far, they heard a voice calling out.
Nute raced down the path toward them.
“What news?” the two monastics shouted in unison.
Nute skidded to a halt in front of them, stood up straight, and took a deep breath. “Sister Anne has announced that Mistress Gytha was safely delivered of a healthy son. He shall be named Fulke.” Then he frowned. “I could hear the babe outside the manor house, my lady. He has the crowner’s lungs.”
And with great relief, Prioress Eleanor and Brother Thomas laughed and shouted for joy.