Cedric is summoned

Colban clapped his hands together and brushed them clean. “So! What shall we do now?”
“Must we do something?” Cedric whined. “I ate too much.”

Colban clapped his hands together and brushed them clean. “So! What shall we do now?”
“Must we do something?” Cedric whined. “I ate too much.”

Tidraed wrapped his fingers around a bar of the door and smiled sweetly. “Hallo, kid! Remember me?”

“I know what you’re thinking,” Father Faelan said at last, breaking the silence that had accompanied them up the stairs. “But sadly — or perhaps fortunately — it’s no surprise to me. There’s good to be found in the worst men, for those who are knowing where to look and how to call it up. I’ve been a priest for nearly forty years, Cedric, and seen many men to their deaths, but I’ve never met a truly evil man.”

His father’s study was so dark and desolate that Brinstan believed he had imagined the reply to his knock.
Then he heard Osfrey’s unforgotten voice bark, “Are you coming in or not?”

“The first thing we’re going to do is light some candles,” Brinstan announced. “I can’t tell which of us is I in here, in this light.”
His father chuckled sheepishly. “We hadn’t meant to stay long…”
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