“I think you enjoyed that,” said Thomas, his voice muffled behind the bloody cloth.
“Not in the…” Lionel stopped his protest in the middle and for a moment said nothing. When he spoke again his tone was stern. “Aye, I did, actually,” he said. “You scared the life out of me, boy. You and her, jumping the fire like a pair of fools. You could have killed her.”
Thomas didn’t apologize. Their jump had distracted the bishop long enough for Timothy to escape. He couldn’t be sorry for that. Still, he remembered the look on Lionel’s face the night before; the fear and the anger that were running through him even before the bishop had started talking. For that, he could apologize. “I am sorry we frightened you.”
“Well, I’m not,” Eileen protested. “I was going to jump the flames at their height an
