Chapter 31
The others crowded around the door and peered out. A dozen torches, shining like red fireflies, swarmed up the road.
“They won’t see us,” said Henry. “They’re too far away.” He looked again. “But they’re riding fast. We need to move.”
Thomas led them out of the house, moving fast and and quiet and cursing the bishop with every step. Where is the man?
The yard was empty, and there was no sign of anyone alive. The chapel was still glowing red to his eyes, and another paler light flickered at the windows.
Candlelight.
Thomas stopped dead and was nearly knocked over by Henry, who was hard on his heels. “The chapel!”
“Get moving!” snapped Henry. “They’re coming!”
“But the bishop’s in the chapel!” protested Thomas.
“It’s too late!” Henry grabbed his collar and started to dra
