The youngest rushed outside, presumably to saddle his own horse before collecting Snowflake on the way out of the stable. How he would manage Roger’s fierce warhorse, Sibell had no idea. The huge animal normally took exception to being handled by anyone not known to him and he would know something was wrong, of that Sibell was sure. It was some time before she heard Edmund set off at a gallop in the opposite direction to Idenhurst. No doubt Snowflake would make his way home eventually, but she didn’t think Edmund intended it to be any time soon. The others, with Godwin a reluctant participant, wrapped Roger’s lifeless body in a coarse blanket and set off before Sibell had another chance to protest. Not that it mattered. Having at last grasped the fact that nothing would bring Roger back to life, she was past caring what else they did to him for the moment. ‘Be sure to bury him far away,’ her father called after their retreating backs.
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