‘We can rescue this man that you have arranged to have falsely imprisoned.’ ‘It wasn’t me . . .’ began Thomas, but he stopped, knowing how little use the explanation would be. ‘Do you want to help him or not?’ ‘I don’t see how we can get through fourteen-foot-thick stone walls, grab the man from his cell and fight our way out,’ said Master Thomas reasonably. ‘Of course you don’t see,’ said the Prioress. ‘You are thinking like a man. It’s all about penetrating things and getting into a fight.’ ‘And your plan?’ ‘We’ll talk our way in, then we’ll talk our way out again. Only, when we talk our way out, there’ll be three of us.’ ‘And you’ve thought this through?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Does it require divine intervention at any stage?’ ‘No more than, as a prioress, I can reasonably expect.’ ‘I don’t mean to be rude, but have you ever done anything even remotely like this before?’ ‘Dozens of times,’ said the Prioress, not quite looking Thomas in the eye.
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