Chapter 85

Daylight succumbed to the inevitability of darkness, the point where it was neither day or night and a precarious gloom settled over Exeter. Sir William paused and Sir Hugh, at his side stopped and looked to his commander in question.

"It is too quiet," whispered Sir William. "Something is amiss," his sixth sense alerting him to potential danger. In reflex, the Templar knight unsheathed his razor sharp sword. His eyes probed the gloom as Sir Hugh also withdrew his weapon. They stood silently, almost back to back with swords ready and listened.

Normally, the cautious Templars would have formed a defensive perimeter around the Cathedral, but tonight they were exhausted and believing it safe, Sir William ordered his men to rest while he and Sit Hugh went to confront the bishop and abbot. The other Templars and sergeants were in the abbey, but the abbey was some distance away and they needed to walk around the cathedral's bounds to reach it. For now, it was only the two of them.