Chapter 6

The chill in the room matched the cold despair in his heart. Warin would not come today and indeed Benedict did not want him to take the risk. But it did not keep him from grieving over it.

He knelt next to the hearth and poked at the fire with a long, thin stick. Embers flew about the chamber but none came near to him. The fire roared back to full life and he warmed his hands.

He was truly fed up with being treated as though he were still a small boy. He was a grown man, though Henry and his father did not treat him thusly.

He straightened and looked out around the room for what he could use to escape his prison, at least temporarily. He snatched up his cloak and fastened it around him. He hid a dagger on his person and then grabbed up a goblet brought to him earlier with his meal.

“Gerard,” Benedict called through the door. “I need assistance.”

Benedict stepped to left of the door and holding his breath, waited for the door to open.