The next time the door open, the bulky man in friar’s robes came in, dragging Hazel. “You think I wouldn’t know you came in here, snooping around?”
He threw her onto the hay and she let out a frightened cry.
“And you,” he pointed at me. “The king’s men are coming for you. I won’t be having you stir up trouble any longer.”
I rose to my feet, staff in hand, and advanced as far as the chain would allow. Hazel scuttled behind me.
The friar pointed a fat finger at me. “They’re taking you both now, and you won’t survive.” The door shook as he slammed it behind him.
“I’m sorry, Fleur,” Hazel said. Her arms had bruises where the thug had dragged her, and she was trembling. “I did my best. I told a few of the girls you were being held here, and that something was wrong. One of them must have t
