CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Murielle jumped as the door flew open with a loud crash, revealing a large and dark figure framed in the doorway by the pre-dawn light streaming into the barn from behind him.
“Your father would not appreciate the sight of you praying before an altar of one of the gods, I believe,” said Étienne with a scowl.
Young Murielle stammered without producing a coherent word.
Étienne stepped into the room. “And why have you dared enter into the court of Étienne without the lord Étienne present.” the reeve placed his hands on his hips. “This is a grave offence my young lass.”
Murielle struggled to rise from the feed sack. She stammered again, still unable to produce a coherent word.
“Well?!” the large man bellowed, causing the thatched roof to quiver. “What do you have to say f
