Benedict offered a rare smile. "As I am learning, there is much to that man."
Odo managed to laugh, "Aye, and ye will get used to him and his prophetic riddles. I have placed my trust in him. As ye will learn, he has answers before questions are asked. He is a friend and as good a man as any, he is wise, a puzzle, and can bring tears to yer eyes, fer he can sing like no other."
"We will take the assassin back to Mellester, let Sir Dain question him," ordered Sir Jarin. Already the men-at-arms had Birney trussed up in the rear of the wagon.
Sir Jarin, Cathal and Benedict were crouched around the reeve. He lay still, his chest barely rising and falling - he was a man fighting to stay alive. For those who saw him, he looked as if he was shrouded in the pallor of death. How he remained ali
