Chapter 13
The next morning dawned clear and bright. George looked less haggard, as if his spirit had started healing as he slept. Eileen also looked better and moved a bit easier, though she winced on every second step. Thomas, blurry from lack of sleep and wearied further by the night’s dreams, did his best not to be grumpy as they ate breakfast with Ailbe and Shamus. Afterward, he and George divided up their supplies and Ailbe’s blankets and the contents of Eileen’s bag into their own.
“The sheriff’s coming,” said Shamus, just as they were finishing. He pointed out the window, to where the sheriff, riding his horse, was emerging into the clearing. Shamus went to the door. “Morning.”
“Morning, Shamus,” said the sheriff. “Thought I’d tell you the bishop’s gone.”
“Gone?” Shamus repeate
