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“I must go tell the king how Aldred fares,” Celyn said, the gusting wind making his cloak flap against his legs. He looked up at the sky, which was filled with rapidly approaching dark clouds. “Looks like rain. Go back to my house, and I will meet you there later.”
Thomas hesitated for a moment as Celyn strode off, leaving him alone. He had no good reason to stay behind with Nona and Father Colm to watch over Aldred, so he had followed Celyn outside. And he could not think of any excuse to go back. His hopes of speaking with the girl alone had evaporated once he realized the priest would stay with her as they cared for the wounded man.
I’ll find another time to talk to her. The wind gusted again, but he welcomed the salty air that blew the stink of blood, and worse, out of his nostri
