At the sound of the morning siren the night-watchmen and women stood down.
Jude collected a parcel of food, carefully prepared by the ladies in the church hall.
‘Hurry girl’ they said. ‘He’s waiting.’
She ran across the common to an old decrepit barn, took a deep breath and went in.
He stood in the shadows – tall, robed, bearded, eyes unmistakably wise. She placed the food on the floor, bowed uncertainly, and left.
Walking home she wondered: Why here ? Why now ? Why us ?
His presence was a secret only the villagers knew.
Now she would tell the world.
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