Chapter Twenty-Four
Ensor walked confidently into the camp of Clovis. No one stopped her, supposing that an old woman could scarcely do them harm. She asked for directions to the general’s tent, and when she found it she stepped inside. Clovis was talking to a small man whose back was to her. When they heard her enter, they both turned round, and Ensor saw that with Clovis was none other than Bick, the former adviser to Prince Igor. Ensor had never liked him. She despised his insinuating ways, his all too evident desire to court the favour of powerful men.
“This is a witch, sir,” Bick said. “I know her.”
“And what do you know about her?” Clovis asked. He seemed faintly amused.
“She tried to help Prince Igor with a spell.”
“That didn’t work out too well, did it?” Clovis said with a smi
