He took a step back and as the light returned, slipped both his hands into his sleeves. “I could have him brought back you know. If that is what you wish.”
My head snapped up.
“What?”
“The man you healed,” he clarified, already glancing around as if to find the nearest scribe or guard. “I can have him returned here so we can…clarify the misunderstanding and ensure he knows exactly who healed him.”
He reached for a small braided rope hanging next to the closest window that I had not noticed before. He pulled on it and a soft but clearly audible chime rang across the hall.
A scribe appeared barely seconds later. He bowed low to the Bishop and lifted his had the his forehead.
“You called, your radiance?”
“I did.” The Bishop said, turning to him. “See if you can catch the man who was
