They were driven into the main square, now empty of fugitives. But as they passed by a wide puddle, Nicholas saw that the rain was mixed with blood. They crossed to the imposing courthouse, and were dragged down some narrow steps into a lower passageway, though a narrow iron gate, down more stone...
Smith had muttered, ‘You would think Ivan was in league with the Tatars, almost.’ Stanley said, ‘He is mad, but not that mad. Though it sticks in my throat to say so – he is, for all that, a devout believer. What God will make of him at the Judgement I dread to think. But Ivan would not league wi...