Thomas said nothing about the bishop, nothing about the men being at his house, nothing about magic. He kept to what he’d remembered of the night the men attacked Timothy, and felt like a coward for doing it.
There’s nothing else I can do, Thomas told himself. No one will believe me. Not against the bishop.
“All right,” said Bluster at last, putting down the quill, “I’ll send a messenger to the sheriff over in Lakewood, let him know what’s happened.”
“Do you think you’ll find them?” asked Eileen.
“I don’t know,” Bluster said. “If they stay around here, I’ll find them, but if they’ve left…” He shrugged, then stood up and stretched his back. “Long time to be sitting.” He walked around the desk. “There is one other matter, though,” he said, putting himself directly in front of Thomas. “Wh
