She felt as if she weren't getting married, but committing a crime.
"I'm just fulfilling a husband's duty to his wife." Eric caressed her hair, her earlobe.
Eric, however, quite enjoyed this feeling.
It made him feel as if he were still with the new bride he'd met for the first time.
"Today is Friday, a day that belongs to God. We must remain pure." Feeling Eric's breath draw nearer, Matilda placed her hand against his chin.
She then broke free from Eric and hurried to the front of the procession.
A small village lay a short distance ahead, its few wooden houses surrounded by chestnut trees and interspersed with vegetable gardens and animal pens.
On its eastern side stood a slightly more magnificent building bearing a Cross.
A Knight galloped away, and an order echoed through the procession. "By order of the Marchioness, we will join the farmers of Hildesheim for Sunday Mass!" the master of ceremonies at the head of the column shouted, and the band began to play.
