“It has the advantage of being true.” Henry sighed. “Fine. Just don’t get caught by the inquisitor.”
“Now about that money?”
“And here’s George and Eileen,” said Henry, ignoring Thomas’s question. “And Sir Lawrence. I thought I told you to take the evening for yourself.”
Eileen, to Thomas’s surprise, had at her waist the long, sharp knife that George had given her back at the beginning of the summer. George was carrying his thick walking stick, and Sir Lawrence, walking beside them, was wearing simple, warm clothes with his own sword prominently displayed.
“You did,” said Sir Lawrence, “but you neglected to mention that you were going out for the evening.”
“How silly of me,” said Henry. “Well, since you are here, you may as well tag along. Come on, everyone.”
The night was a great de
