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“Lord Ackart, if I may,” Agacia spoke up.
“This is nothing that concerns you, My Lady,” Ackart insisted as he nodded at his men. They surrounded our steeds and held their halberds in front of them ready for our refusal.
Agacia shot to her feet and had such a glare as I had never seen. There was anger, disapproval, and disappointment mixed together in that beautiful face. “Lord Ackart, if any of your men so much as touch a hair upon any of their heads then I must also be arrested.”
Lord Ackart started back. “Arrest you, My Lady? What a preposterous idea!”
“And that will not do!” a voice spoke up.
A group of churchman appeared from the Gothic side of the city, and at their head was an elderly man with a broad smile and head of wispy white hair. He wore a simple brown habit that
