Chapter 6
What, in the name of the Four, was I thinking?
Thomas stumbled through the woods towards his father’s house, his body shaking with shock. After four years away, Thomas wasn’t certain he knew the woods well enough to make his way home in the dark. He was certain, however, that he’d rather be wandering in circles forever than meet the bishop or his father on the road.
He was stunned at his own recklessness. What if he hadn’t made it through the flames? Worse, what if Eileen hadn’t? What if she had been burnt and scarred for life? The thought made him shudder. Small wonder her father had been angry with him. He was lucky the man hadn’t beaten him to death on the spot, especially with the bishop egging him on.
At least he’d put stop to that, though the audacity of what he’d done
