Ranulf didn’t respond but angrily huffed and nodded aggressively towards the village, stepping out into the pasture without a backwards glance.
‘I take it this means he agrees with my suggestion?’
‘Almost certainly,’ Roswit said with a smile, ‘though watch your step, he doesn’t like being told that he’s wrong.’
‘Hmm, an unfortunate affliction for a man that’s clearly an i***t,’ Gwilym said, flashing a cheeky grin to Roswit.
They both stepped out of the trees after Ranulf, Gwilym raising a hand in greeting to the shepherd boys, who cautiously waved back but kept their distance.
As Gwilym had hoped, the walk from the edge of the forest to the village of Haltwic was rather uneventful. They passed a fair number of people tending to the crops and animals in the fields that lay along their
