A ruddy hue slashed his squire’s cheeks. He dismounted, handed the reins to the lad. “You look a bit flushed. Is something wrong?” Thomas took the reins. “It has been a busy morning, Sir Nicholas,” he replied, breathless. “I hurried through the last of my chores, wanting to be here for your arrival.” He smiled. “You did well.” “Sir Nicholas,” a knight called, striding toward him. “Aye?” he replied. “Lord Terrick is awake and his fever has broken.” “’Tis good news indeed.” Nicholas pulled off a gauntlet. “My thanks.” With a nod, the knight headed toward the keep. Now, to begin building trust with Lord Terrick. With the hatred he must have after watching his father die in the cell, ’twould be a monumental task indeed, but one he was determined to achieve. Nicholas glanced toward Thomas. “Stable my mount. After, you will accompany me.” His squire’s face paled. “I—I have several chores that need tending.” Nicholas worked the second gauntlet free, curious at Thomas’s reluctance to see the prisoner.
