47
Tools of the Devil
Music swirled through the night, getting louder as Thomas approached Oswy’s hall. He gritted his teeth, wishing he were anywhere else.
Celyn laid a hand on his arm, drawing him to a halt. “Are you sure, Thomas? This can wait.”
He shook his head. “No. I have to talk to him tonight. He knows something, I’m sure of it. I need to know what’s going on.”
Celyn’s features were hard to see in the dim light of the stars. “As to that, you are right. We need to know. But some will think it odd, you attending this revelry tonight, with your father not yet buried.”
Thomas shrugged. “They think I’m odd anyway.” He didn’t care much about what others thought. His father was dead. The bigger concern was to find out why, and to do that, he had to speak to Godric. “I won’t stay lo
