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Frithlac’s face puckered in a frown when he saw Celyn, but quickly smoothed as he looked at the bishop. “My lord bishop, I praise God that you are returned safely from your journey, glory be to Him.”
“Thank ye, Brother Frithlac.” Aidan nodded at the short monk. He glanced at Thomas and Celyn. “Come, sit down, all of you. There is something we need to discuss.” He gestured at the table, and they complied, Aidan across the table from the rest.
“Father Gaeth has told me of your concerns,” Aidan began, his eyes on Frithlac. “I wish to hear them.”
Frithlac darted a look at Celyn and looked back at Aidan. “Surely the Lord Celyn has no interest in this business?”
“Celyn may have some light to shed on this matter,” Aidan said mildly. “Say what ye will, me son.”
A cold chill gathered in Th
