“Agathe! Come look!” Adam whispered, appearing at the bedchamber door of the small cottage where she was tucking in the children with prayers and kisses. She shook her head at him and he silently backed away. “What is it Mama? I want to see!” came a shrill little voice. “Sshh. Go to sleep,” was the firm command in return. Agathe tiptoed out of the dark room to the kitchen, lit only by the corner stove, and sank down on the bench. A chilly breeze shook her as Adam entered the cottage. “Look!” he whispered again. Feet planted on the floorstones, she sighed. “Look at what? I am sitting down. I haven’t sat down all day.” “I don’t know what it is. A star, maybe. It’s huge.” Agathe blew out her breath and stood heavily. Whatever the new thing was could not be worth having to get up after a full day, a full week, of harvesting wheat. But there would be no rest until Adam was answered. She pulled on her cloak and stepped thru the narrow doorway. It was worth it. The biggest o...
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