Chapter 55 - 1306
Right after the Morning Prayer, Peyre scurried to the palace. Already from the distance, he sensed trouble brewing. There were more guards than usual, edgy and alarmed, working in tandem, as if watching each other’s back. They searched every single cart and looked through all the baskets that were carried through the gate. The bishop had not exaggerated after all, Peyre thought, standing in line. He did not like the way the guards pestered the peasants but thought it wiser to hold his tongue.
“State your name and business,” one of the guards asked the barrel-chested man in front of Peyre.
“Buenaventura. I have come to see the Seneschal.” The guards exchanged a glance, and the elder of the two said that the Seneschal was not there. Buenaventura was reluctant to leave. “
