It was after breakfast the morning of the day after the m******e; Daniel received word that the archbishop was back to see him. Daniel was not pleased. “Does this man have nothing better to do than annoy me?” he said in exasperation. “What does he want now?” he muttered to himself as he made his way slowly to the room where the archbishop would be waiting … he was in no hurry to talk to the cleric who was becoming a thorn in his side. He entered the room. The archbishop’s back was to him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked, tongue in cheek. The cleric spun around to face Daniel … his face bore no smile. “What the hell happened yesterday?” he demanded to know. “It was necessary to defend the castle from the rioters who reacted badly to the arrests … there was some

