Chapter Five
Tomas brooded. The brig’s stench sickened him and the cold water that he crouched in was fetid, but he was no stranger to adversity. He had been in worse places, much worse, and the discomfort he experienced only served to feed his rage, rather than humble or subdue him.
Damn Dane Milliner! Since the day he had first met the man, saw his polite and proper manner, he had hated him. He was a noble in peasant’s clothing, any man could see that! Soft and too caring of his appearance. But Fitzwarren had taken him in, made him their leader; if Fitzwarren could only see his prodigy now, Tomas thought bitterly, how disappointed he would be. He held in his hands a fine means of exacting vengeance on the noble classes, and instead his head was turned by a gentle smile and the scent of
