Stop at a familiar convent (Cecily)

Fortunately, the weather this time around is much improved, and stopping here is much more due to your curiosity than your group's necessity. A familiar, unfriendly face greets you as you step out of your carriage. "What a pleasure that fate brings such prestigious personages to our humble convent yet again" Sara says, her voice as void of emotion as ever. "We missed your company so. Sister Cecily seemed especially withdrawn after you left" she says evenly, though there is an almost imperceptible raising of her right eyebrow. "Ah yes, she seemed like a very sensitive woman" you says, caught off guard. "Tell me, do you need to make use of our convent to rest again?" You shake your head. "No ma'am. We are stopping in this area to rest for a few hours, but will be gone before nightfall." Sara shrugs her shoulder. "If you need nothing else, I will be inside." Having said her piece, Sara turns around and steps quickly inside the nunnery.

Wandering around, you spot the convent's garden. This one seems more a place of reflection than providing sustenance, and you sit down on the soft ground, small blades of grass peeking out through the light covering of snow. Suddenly, you hear a voice. Sitting up, you follow it towards a small line of well-manicured hedgerow. "Can you hear me now?" a hushed voice says on the other side of the hedge. "Yes, I can now. Who are you?" you ask, curious. "It's me of course. Cecily" the voice says. "Cecily!" you shout, pleasantly surprised. "Hush!" the voice admonishes. "We must keep this private. My sisters can't know I'm talking to you. They already suspect much. That's why I'm talking to you like this in the first place. Your majesty...your seed took."

The revelation, pleasant though it is, takes your breath away. "Cecily, give me your hand" you say quietly. You hear a rustle as the little nun works her hand through the vegetation, and you do the same. You grab tightly onto her soft little hand, so warm despite the chilly weather, and squeeze it lovingly. After a few moments of silence, you hear what sound like sobs. "Cecily?" you ask with sincere worry. "Oh, why me?" she wails in her hushed tone. "What is it Cecily" you ask again. "I'm a nun, I can't have a baby! I'll be expelled from the convent!" she says, barely able to maintain the hush she uses to avoid being heard. Your heart hurts, and you squeeze her hand again. "Don't cry Cecily. It's true, you won't be able to stay here. Come with me!" Her sobbing stops for a moment. "W-what?" she says through a half-sob. "Look, it's clear that your time here is over, one way or another. Sneak onto my caravan, and I'll bring you home." She is silent for a moment. "How will I do that without being spotted by the sisters?" she asks. Good question.

Suddenly, you get an idea. "I'm traveling with a...noble lady. If I can lend her some of your clothes, you can sneak away without being seen. You'll be gone before the nuns know anything, and my people won't trouble you." You hear her sigh. "I don't know. It all sounds so crazy" she says. You squeeze her hand again. "Trust me Cecily, as you trusted me before. We'll get through this." She pulls her hand away gently. "Ok. Bring the clothes here, and I'll go."