“I meant to ask,” said George, “did you have a plan when we rode out of the city?”
“Same as before,” Thomas said. “Find out what the bishop’s up to. Stop him. Benjamin said he was heading south, so there’s got to be something there.”
“How are we going to stop him?” Eileen asked. “I mean, if he’s got all his guards …”
“I don’t know,” Thomas rubbed at his face, trying to scrub away some of the exhaustion. “I’ll read the books and try to figure out something.”
“Too bad we can’t read his books,” said Eileen.
That gave Thomas pause, and a blazingly obvious solution. He shook his head. I should have thought of it sooner. “I’ll steal his books.”
“What?” George’s mouth stayed hanging open at the end of the word.
“It makes sense,” said Thomas. “He has to have books. I can’t think that pullin
