Isabelle took some bread and cheese, but did not eat at first. “I apologize for not trusting you. The priests in Paris are the servants to the emperor and I have seen them take men and women from their homes to imprison them for heresy.” She played with the piece of bread in her hand. “I simply wanted to ensure that Phoebe was safe.”
Father Karl shook his head. “No, that is not what you thought.” He brushed the crumbs off of his hands and onto the floor. “You feared that Phoebe would be taken from you as others have been taken.”
Startled, Isabelle asked, “How do you know that?”
“Because I am a seer and know why you are truly here.” He picked up his glass and sipped some water but said no more.
Phoebe turned toward Isabelle. “What does he mean?”
Torn and unsure how to answer, Isabelle
