Chapter 20
They waited in the apartment all morning and most of the afternoon, sipping at left-over wine and water, and eating left-over food. Thomas spent the time pacing and glancing nervously over the balcony rail to the empty yard below. He had cast his robe aside and put on his sword. There was something comfortable about it, even though he knew it wouldn’t do him a bit of good if twenty of the bishop’s guards came after them. Still, he kept his hand on the hilt as he paced back and forth through the room.
George spent the day sitting on the balcony, looking moodily at the courtyard and the fountain below. Thomas didn’t bother to ask the big man’s thoughts. He was sure they were bleak, and probably focused on who got him into this mess. George, of course, said nothing of the sort. T
