Chapter 12.1

"We have come to a truce, he and I," I signed quickly. "And to help heal the wound, I have dedicated this season to serving him."

A true enough statement.

The Silent Monk paused, then signed in quick little movements, like whispers. "Did you travel west with him – near Songless Castle?"

How much did he suspect? I framed my answer carefully. "I have been to Songless Castle, and recently, but it has been only the last few days that I have traveled with the Bard. Do you suspect him of treachery?"

"I care nothing of the Bard. Tell me of Songless – so news of it comes to us."

"It still stands."

"But what of Lord Reinard? How is his health?"

"Hale and hearty." I was almost truthful. "And looking with joy to his wedding day."

The monk a gesture with his hand – a Heathen gesture that accompanied a cry for justice from the god of fate. The monks often used it, though they refused to believe in that god. He then signed, "Will he never sicken and die?"

I started. Where was the good charity of my adopted order? I glanced back to where the ladies watched us with gleeful smiles.

"Look at this!" the Lady Laurice called out. "Brother Peter has found a friend!"

He bowed to her, then signed a quick blessing over me.

"Come to me, brother. I have much to tell you!"

I slipped around him and stole to the door, deep in thought. So the monk who looked like Wallen was known to her, and considered a confidant. Perhaps there was something here we could use?