Part 1998 – “With This Ring, I Thee Wed.”

Father Landover focused on Barbara. “Repeat after me: I, Barbara Marie Addleston”

She looked at Ambrose and her heart skipped several beats. “I, Barbara Marie Addleston”

“take thee, Ambrose Rene Smith, for my lawful husband”

“take thee, Ambrose Rene Smith, for my lawful husband”

“to have and to hold, from this day forward”

“to have and to hold, from this day forward”

“for better, for worse”

She gently wiped away Ambrose’s tears with her free hand. “for better, for worse”

“for richer, for poorer”

“for richer, for poorer”

“in sickness and in health”

She had a quick flash of him being blind, of all the times she had to haul his day exhausted self to bed. “in sickness and in health”

“Until death do us part.”

She imagined him being staked. The mental image made her want to throw her arms around him to protect him. “Until death do us part.”

Father Landover made the sign of the cross and said in Latin: “I join you together in marriage, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.” Then, in English, he said, “The rings please.”

Raven pulled the box out of his pocket and removed the two rings.

Father Landover took the rings and blessed them. He then offered Barbara’s ring to Ambrose.


Ambrose exhaled a nervous breath and took it.

“Put it on her third finger on her left hand and say: With this ring, I thee wed and I plight thee my troth.”

Ambrose nodded. He looked into her eyes and everything fell away. “Barbara.” He gently slid the ring on her finger. “With this ring, I thee wed and I plight thee my troth.”

I plight thee my troth.

Such an old-fashioned phrase, but it sounds like magic.

He removed his glove.

Raven swooped in and took it before Ambrose could drop it on the floor or crumple it up.

Ambrose smiled as she slid his ring onto his finger. “Barbara. My Barbara.”

“With this ring, I thee wed and I plight thee my troth.”

Father Landover said a series of responses in Latin. Ambrose barely heard them.

I plight thee my troth. I offer you all that I am, Barbara. All of my good and all of my bad. 

And I offer you all of me, Ambrose. 

“I love you.” he whispered.

Her eyes shined bright with happiness. “I love you too.” she whispered back.

Father Landover finished his responses and turned to the altar to start the nuptial Mass.


To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

Do vows get any better or more romantic than that? I ain’t sure. They ain’t nothin’ fancy. Such plain and simple words that just right get to the point. Yet, darn it all! It’s enough to get me all choked up.

Robin turned his attention to Father Landover as the priest said the prayers at the foot of the altar in Latin.

I ain’t so sure what he’s sayin’. Ain’t never attended a Mass like this before.

He closed his eyes and listened to the flow of the words, to their archaic beauty.

If ‘sellta was here, he wouldn’t unnerstand any of it either. But it would make him flap his wings.

It would.

Of course, it would.

Oh, Isellta! Why ain’t you here?

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