Godfroy had brought a small army with him, though they were neither organized nor disciplined. Alys had no doubt that they all desired some due from him in return. They were a rough and scruffy group, sufficiently numerous that the masons had declared themselves outside of the dispute. The masons had halted work early and retreated to their own camp. Those sworn to the Silver Wolf had been gathered together near Denis’ fire. The men had urged the women to the middle of the group, for already Elizabeth was missing and Nathalie was clearly fearful. Tynan looked like a thunderstorm about to burst. Rafael stood, feet braced against the ground, arms folded across his chest, eyes simmering with fury.
Godfroy laughed when told that two of his men had seized the auburn-haired beauty, and that the
