Sinéad turned to him, pain and anger warring to dominate her expression. His words had truth in them, and even if they hadn't, she'd been raised since the cradle to respect clerics, and to take their words as truth. She frowned a bit, looking down at her clasped hands.
"Aye, I suppose it's true, Father. But it feels like we've been punished. For doing the right thing, nonetheless. Does God want us to be slaves of England, not even in charge of our own hearts and our own faith? A free Ireland will be a Catholic Ireland. An Ireland under British rule will be a protestant Ireland."
She said the word with distaste, even though she was far from happy with the current stands of the Catholic church. They threatened to excommunicate him, you know."