By Bernard Cornwell
Already a professional veteran of King Edward's military, younger Thomas of Hookton possesses the fearlessness of a born chief and an uncanny prowess with the longbow. Now, on the head of a small yet capable band of infantrymen, he has been dispatched to catch the fort of Astarac. yet greater than accountability to his liege has introduced him to Gascony, domestic of his forebears and the hated black knight who brutally slew Thomas's father. it's also the final position the place the Holy Grail used to be mentioned visible. right here, additionally, a gorgeous and blameless, if no longer pious, lady is to be burned as a heretic. Saving the woman, Genevieve, from her dread destiny will model Thomas an infidel, forcing them to escape jointly throughout a panorama of blood and fireplace. And what looms forward is a conflict to the dying that can eventually form the way forward for Christendom.
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They have been ready through the gate, watching for a few gift, and so they fell to their knees as Planchard approached. The abbot spoke first to the oldest guy. “Veric, how is your spouse? ” “She suffers, sir, she suffers. ” “Tell her she is in my prayers,” Planchard acknowledged in truth. “Listen, all of you, and hear good. ” He waited until eventually they have been all him. “What you are going to do now,” he informed them sternly, “is go back to the fortress and canopy up the wall. positioned the earth again. Seal it! don't dig additional. Veric, you recognize what an encantada is?
Then he stood. “Swear in your boy’s life,” he ordered Philin, “that you'll retain your notice. ” “I swear it,” Philin stated. Thomas gestured in the direction of the excessive rocks the place Genevieve sheltered. “She is a draga,” he acknowledged. “Break your oath, Philin, and he or she will make your soul shriek. ” “I won't damage you,” Philin acknowledged gravely, “and they,” he checked out the opposite coredors, “will no longer damage you both. ” Thomas reckoned he had little selection. It was once both belief Philin or surrender himself to a siege in a excessive position the place there has been no water and so he stepped clear of the boy.
Which used to be why the count number had summoned Father Roubert, the executive Dominican within the city of Berat, to the good corridor of the fortress, which had lengthy ceased to be a spot of feasting, yet as a substitute used to be covered with cabinets on which previous records moldered and worthwhile handwritten books have been wrapped in oiled leather-based. Father Roubert was once simply thirty-two years outdated. He was once the son of a tanner within the city and had risen within the Church because of the Count’s patronage. He was once very tall, very stern, with black hair minimize so brief that it reminded the count number of the stiff-bristled brushes the armorers used to burnish the coats of mail.
The unseen horseman stared at them they usually dropped to their knees. The horse’s breath got here as nice clouds of thicker fog. “Have pity on us. ” Genevieve spoke within the neighborhood tongue, utilizing a rasping voice. “For God’s sake, have pity. ” The horseman simply sat there and Thomas dared now not lookup. He felt the abject worry of a defenseless guy on the mercy of a mailed rider, yet he additionally knew that the fellow was once torn via indecision. He had no doubt been ordered to appear for 2 humans escaping the monastery, and he had came across simply this type of couple, yet they lepers and his worry of leprosy used to be struggling with together with his responsibility.
The count number, his liege lord, had treacherously became opposed to him and brought his land. “They’re all bastards,” Sir Henri stated. “But the previous count number of Berat wasn’t undesirable. He used to be suggest, in fact, and spent his existence poking into books. Books! What use are they? He knew each publication in Christendom, he did, and had learn such a lot of them two times, yet he didn’t have the experience of a bird! you recognize what he was once doing in Astarac? ” “Looking for the Holy Grail? ” Sir Guillaume requested. “Exactly,” Sir Henri stated and either males laughed.