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Thomas watched yet another knight whose village had been overrun by the enemy rise and give a toast of welcome to Father Roberts. Thomas, in his place at the table with Sir Lawrence and the other knights, didn’t bother to listen. He practically knew the content already.
Welcome to Father Roberts; praise Lord Henry for arriving home safely; praise Duke Antonius for sending him, when the reinforcements arrive we shall crush the enemy. Thomas thought. Pity we don’t even know how many of the enemy there are.
Thomas let his eyes wander around the room yet again, and once more they landed at the table where Father Roberts sat amidst the high-ranking members of the local clergy, plus a baron or two. He had not come alone, but his companion was seated further back in the room. The inquisitor
