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Again, I was ignored. ‘How can we fight as one while we divide ourselves with a host of petty allegiances? You cannot conduct a war by council. ’ He rested his chin on his hand, and stared down again. ’ I felt a fresh pang of discomfort, and he must have sensed it for he touched my arm in reassurance. ‘No doubt there are some who would work mischief with that fact, but I am certain that you discovered him in innocence. ’ ‘His servant sought help. ’ Bohemond straightened. ‘Even chance may have her purposes.
The boy shook his head, sniffling. ’ ‘Any other companions? ’ ‘Then tell them that we have his body for safe keeping. ’ If we could find space in this land for yet another tomb. After a meagre supper, I picked my way through the maze of cloth and ropes to a clearing in the heart of our camp where a single tent stood in dignified isolation. Its size, and the richness of its fabric, bespoke a noble occupant, yet it was the solitude and space around which were the true extravagance in that place.
Both their arms must have stung from the impact, yet for a moment they held their weapons clasped together, unbending, each staring into the other’s eyes. Then they pulled free. ‘Next time it will be your neck that tastes this sword,’ the knight hissed. He was breathing hard. ’ I pulled at Sigurd’s arm. Behind us, I could see the boy hunched over with terror on the bed. It tore at my conscience to leave him with the knight, but I feared worse would befall all of us if we stayed. ’ Outside the tent the air was hard, and I narrowed my eyes against the sudden light.