He had just arrived with the Duke, the bishop, and their combined entourage, which was probably still sorting itself out in front of the main fortress. The Duke had a score of men with him, and the bishop had ten of his own. Between the two they had brought three wagons of supplies, chests, and clothing. It would probably be late evening before every horse was stabled and every man quartered. However, his uncle had made a point of saying that Brother Heinrich needed to be present the moment the bishop was ready to receive him, and the Duke had been no less adamant. As soon as he found Heinrich, he took him back to the great hall, where Siemowit III was to hold court. The crowd was already assembling, and Telek left his charge with a trio of the bishop’s men. With Heinrich in their care, he went off to find his uncle. Instead, his uncle found him, grabbing his arm as he left the great hall and pulling him into a corridor that led toward the kitchens. “Uncle?” “I pray your travels were uneventful?”
