“I had no idea there were so many sisters.”
“I think you mistake my meaning,” said Cordelia. “It’s not only OUR order that occupies this building. We’ve also allocated offices to our brothers in the other orders, the advantage of having such a large temple in these parts.”
Footsteps echoed from down the hall, then a knight bearing a green surcoat stepped from a room, his plate armour rattling slightly.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Charlaine.
“Yes," said Cordelia, "a Temple Knight of Saint Ragnar. You don’t see them in full regalia very often.”
“They’re the witch hunters, aren’t they?”
“If by ‘witch’ you mean Necromancers, then yes, that’s their primary responsibility. Consider yourself lucky to have seen one in his armour, they usually operate in secret.”
“What’s he doing her
