Comhroinn Fuaime

...THE OFFERTORY... Before the feast begins, Churchill stands, looking a little sheepish. "We know our Father doesn't need anything from us. But we would feel wrong sitting down to all of this without saying thank you." One by one they place things on the table. A small coin purse. A handmade token. A bundle of wheat. Nothing impressive. Nothing close to what Lord Godfrey is giving them tonight. "Perhaps Father could use whatever we've brought to help feed the poor. It's not much. But it comes