CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Will nodded at the stairwell. “A simple tour of the Grimton. My bride had never seen those depths before.”
“Not a very romantic spot to take one’s bride,” Folcred mused. “Are you sure you weren’t trying to see if she could become a bride for someone else?”
“That’s a lie,” Father Silas spoke up as he climbed to his feet. “We no longer hold that ceremony.”
I snorted. “Try telling that to the dead guys down there. They acted like it was just a normal day of wooing for them.”
Folcred looked me over and even grasped one of my sleeves. The mummy had left the marks of its dirty hand on me. “Can you explain this very clear hand print, Father?”
Father Silas’ jaw bobbed up and down. “I-I am sure I cannot, but perhaps the young lady brushed against one of the residen
