“We are servants of the church,” he was saying. “We have ridden far, and wish only a stable for our horses and an inn for ourselves.”
“If you are who you say you are, you are welcome,” said the baron, “But the High Father’s church has not sent soldiers north for a hundred years.”
“They have sent us,” said the man. “You hold the writ in your hand!”
“Think they were the ones who ambushed us?” asked Henry, quietly.
“I could see lights, not uniforms.” said Thomas. “The numbers are right, but the ones who attacked us weren’t on horses.”
“Left them behind,” said Henry. “Wanted to capture us, not ride us down.”
Thomas looked over the troop below. One man, smaller than the others, was looking directly up at the battlement. He saw Thomas and, with a quick motion, pulled off his hood.
“That’s
