
Rector Bevis drove his own black horses toward Glaston's abbey church while his wife rode inside and an old woman sat behind with a heavy basket. John may sit beside me, but no coachman takes these reins while I have hands and a road before me. You step into this one-chapter preview with Rector Bevis at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The carriage and red horse separated, each carrying its rider toward a person whose condition could change before their next meeting. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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