Unlike most of the High Father’s churches, which only had a few box seats for the wealthy and standing room for the rest, the small chapel had benches lining the floor with enough seating for all. In the front of the church, the altar of the High Father gleamed in black stone. Tapestries of the Four Gods vied for space with images of knights marching into battle.
The shield- and sword-bearers carried their burdens up the aisle and laid them on the altar. The rest of the knights filed into the rows, leaving the front two empty. Henry stood at the front, looking at the shields and swords while the two families came forward to claim the front benches. Henry took the hands of the women and spoke to them in low tones that didn’t carry back to where Thomas was standing.
“Sir Michael and Sir Ga
