Melisende rushed to Zain, making sure to get between him and the priest. "Why did you bring him here? This is not the priest who whipped me."
He smiled, and the priest whimpered. "I know he is not the one. I will find that one and punish him," he said in such a sinister voice, both she and the priest took a step back. Zain continued: "I brought the fat one to marry us."
Melisende didn't know if she should try to get the doors open again and grab the priest and run, or apologize to the poor man who now muttered a prayer and crossed himself.
"Don't call him fat; he is a man of God," she whispered to Zain.
"I will call him anything I want. If he marries us, I won't kill him," Zain added, pointedly. It did not show on his face, but she had a strong feeling he was enjoying himself. She didn't know what to do, how to make sure the priest came out of this alive.