Luc caught up to the ostler just outside the stable doors. “Have you a swift steed I might ride this day, Denis? Father Padraig requests I ride to Endlist Priory and I would make haste.”
Denis’ brow worked for a moment as he thought the matter through. “’Tis not far, but to make it there and back with speed and Brother Thomas in tow, you will need a strong mount, indeed.”
“Brother Thomas?”
“Aye, ’tis always he who stitches the shroud.” Denis’ glance was telling. “He is a most ample man.”
ample“Ah.” Luc nodded understanding. “Will I need two horses?”
Denis shook his head. “Brother Thomas insists upon riding pillion.” The men ducked beneath the dripping portal of the stables and were welcomed by a skittish snort.
Luc glanced up to find the great dapple gray destrier housed in a stall h
