"We are more savage at time than the people we label as such…" Penelope said sadly at the sight. It was not the first time that she had said such a thing, but only in seeing it himself did Vol finally see the reality of it.
"The both of you look rather worn," Francis continued, speaking the Yarmdon tongue, noting the silence that had dragged on for far too long.
Though they'd gone back to the inn in order to change their clothes and free themselves of the blood, there was little that they could do to purge the scene from their minds. For Vol, it was a different sort of disgust than the one that Penelope bore. Hers was for the loss of life. Vol's was for the dishonesty of it all. The way it was set up, and the entrapment was carried out. He was certainly now, by his instincts, that the magistrates had intended to slaughter those pagans from the start.