Sir Charles, by all the gods of nature and man! My lord had left behind the hidden dirk when he fled the castle, and Charles had known where to wait when he heard that a monk had disappeared. He must have been waiting for some time, as his cloak was caked with snow and he slid stiffly from the saddle.
He stepped forward enough that I could see his face, then he quickly sheathed his sword and threw himself on the ground. "Forgive me! I did not mean to threaten a pair of God’s own servants! May I be allowed, for my penance, to care for these who I have wronged. I will give my horse and the service of my hands, so that they may ride in comfort through the snow and ice."
He should have been a Bard.
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