The Catholic priest road his horse slowly down the protestant England streets he had once been legal there but now he was considered illegal or a criminal. He had all was wanted to be a priest even as a boy living at home in his Fathers estate watching his father's few corn fields growing with his only brother his only sibling four years older then him self. Now he had returned to England and now he was a priest, his brother now had a family. England had just begun its out pawing priest when he left. The thought of being caught as criminal was one that brought the hopes of being a Martyr. Oh the thought was lovely. "If it be Goes will" he whispered to himself
What was that asked the other priest who was riding with him.
Nothing. I suggest we go to my brother's place.
"What? Are you sure that's a good idea?" the other priest asked cautiously.
The Catholic priest sighed deeply, the weight of the dangers they faced settling heavily on his shoulders. "I know it's risky, but my brother has always been a supporter of the Catholic faith, even in these difficult times. He will keep us hidden and provide us with the necessary resources."
The other priest hesitated for a moment, contemplating the potential risks and rewards of seeking refuge at the brother's place. "Alright then, let's go. But we must remain cautious and discreet."
They continued their journey through the streets, careful to avoid drawing attention to themselves. It was a nerve-wracking endeavor, knowing that at any moment they could be discovered and face severe consequences. As they reached the outskirts of town, the Catholic priest's heart raced with anticipation and fear.
They arrived at the brother's estate, a modest yet comforting sight amidst the turmoil of their circumstances. The Catholic priest dismounted his horse, taking a moment to steady himself before approaching the door. He knocked softly, hoping that his brother would recognize him and grant them safe haven.
After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing his brother's weary face. Recognition dawned upon his features, and he quickly ushered the priests inside, casting nervous glances at the deserted street.
"Brother, it is good to see you," the Catholic priest greeted him with a mix of relief and gratitude.
His brother nodded solemnly, his voice filled with concern. "You must be careful here. England has become a hostile place for priests like us."
"I understand, brother. We will remain hidden and pose no threat," the Catholic priest assured him, his determination unwavering.
Days turned into weeks as the priests sought solace within the safety of the brother's estate. They found respite in the quiet moments of prayer, their faith and devotion giving them strength in the face of persecution. They were grateful for the protection they were given, grateful to be able to continue their mission despite the risks.
As time went on, news of their stay at the brother's place began to spread among their faith community. More priests seeking refuge flocked to their hideout, forming a close-knit network of support and solidarity. The Catholic priest marveled at the power of their shared sacrifice and conviction.
Though the fear of capture still lingered, the Catholic priest couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, their presence and perseverance would inspire change. Perhaps their plight would bring about a greater understanding and acceptance, transforming the perception of Catholicism in England.
But for now, they remained hidden, waiting for the day when they could freely practice their faith without being labeled as criminals.