“Cal’s already had a ministry of sorts,” Sarah said.
“No I ain’t.”
“Now you’re jest bein’ modest.” Sarah turned to the monk to explain. “Calvin here was a corn reader.”
“Was,” Cal said immediately. “Was a corn reader. I got the New Light now.”
Thalanes furrowed his brow, then smiled. “You mean… you read to people’s crops?”
“No harm in it, I reckon. I ain’t sayin’ I drove away evil spirits or nothing’. Jest readin’ a little Gospel of John o’er a planted field, and if the farmer wanted to give me a little something for it, who’s the worse?”
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