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must get the lad home.”
The guard stared at them for a moment before stepping aside. “If you hear of anyone who fits the description, you will be sure to report it, will you not?”
“Of course. May God by with you, my son,” he answered. He made the sign of the cross in the air before ushering Quinn down the path.
“Halt!” the guard called out.
Lazarus stopped and slowly turned around, certain the man had realized he was in fact one of the men he sought. “Aye. Is something amiss, my son?”
“You dropped this.” He held up the sack of nuts.
Before Lazarus could speak, Quinn raced back to the guard. “Thank you. These are a gift for my sister.” He clutched the sweets to his breast and peered up at the guard. “I hope you find the bad men you’re looking for and see them punished.”
“We will ferret them out. No matter where they are hiding,” the guard replied as Quinn sprinted back to Lazarus’s side.
“Thank you and God’s speed,” Lazarus said, almost choking on the words, then he motioned for Quinn to join him. “Let us be away. Sheena is waiting.”
Chapter 7
“Hurry along, lad, and dinna look back.” Lazarus planted his hand on Quinn’s shoulder, urging him forward. The sooner they were out of plain sight, the better.
Quinn moved quickly in response to Lazarus’s prompt. “Why are we in such a rush?”
“The hour grows late and I wish to get back to check on Sheena,” Lazarus replied. “I promised to have you home before dark.”
Quinn looked puzzled. “There is plenty of daylight left and I’m sure Sheena is still asleep. I thought we were going fishing.”
“That will have to wait for another day.” Lazarus didn’t want to disappoint the lad, but he’d taken a risk by going into town, and in his monk’s robe, he stood out in the crowd. He was lucky the guard didn’t question them any further and had let them leave.
“I am grateful you dinna contradict me when I was speaking to the guard,” Lazarus said.
Quinn shrugged. “Sheena taught me never to ask questions when she says something. Even if it isna true. I find it odd though. If I were to lie, she’d tear a strip off my backside.”
“Sometimes the rules for bairns differ than those for persons grown. There are times, when a man must do or say what is necessary to protect himself or his family.”
“Is that why you fibbed to the guard? To protect us?” Quinn asked. “He seemed nice.”
“Looks can be deceiving, and I dinna want to give him any cause to detain us.” Lazarus glanced over his shoulder, then slowed his pace, relieved no one was trailing them. “Your sister was correct when she said you should never lie to your elders or question what they say. She was also right when she advised you against trusting strangers.”
“I dinna know you when you first came to our hut,” Quinn replied. “I let you in and things worked out just fine.”
“That was different. Your sister was injured and needed a healer. You dinna know what that French soldier motives for stopping us might have been.”
“I dinna understand why.” Quinn stopped walking and peered up at Lazarus, scratching his head.
“It is difficult to explain, but the man we met today isna from around here. He is actually from a country called France. Did you na hear the accent when he spoke?”
“Aye. He had an odd brogue I hadna heard afore and I dinna know where he was from. Are you afraid of people from France? Do you know the men he is searching for?”
“Nay. But not all men who visit from other countries are here for honorable reasons. Promise me in future you willna speak to the French guards when in the village.”
Quinn clenched his fist and thumped it against his chest. “I promise. Now can we go fishing?”
Lazarus laughed as he tousled the lad’s hair. “I really think we have been gone long enough. Your sister might need something.”
Quinn pouted. “I suppose you’re right. But I thought some fresh fish
The guard stared at them for a moment before stepping aside. “If you hear of anyone who fits the description, you will be sure to report it, will you not?”
“Of course. May God by with you, my son,” he answered. He made the sign of the cross in the air before ushering Quinn down the path.
“Halt!” the guard called out.
Lazarus stopped and slowly turned around, certain the man had realized he was in fact one of the men he sought. “Aye. Is something amiss, my son?”
“You dropped this.” He held up the sack of nuts.
Before Lazarus could speak, Quinn raced back to the guard. “Thank you. These are a gift for my sister.” He clutched the sweets to his breast and peered up at the guard. “I hope you find the bad men you’re looking for and see them punished.”
“We will ferret them out. No matter where they are hiding,” the guard replied as Quinn sprinted back to Lazarus’s side.
“Thank you and God’s speed,” Lazarus said, almost choking on the words, then he motioned for Quinn to join him. “Let us be away. Sheena is waiting.”
Chapter 7
“Hurry along, lad, and dinna look back.” Lazarus planted his hand on Quinn’s shoulder, urging him forward. The sooner they were out of plain sight, the better.
Quinn moved quickly in response to Lazarus’s prompt. “Why are we in such a rush?”
“The hour grows late and I wish to get back to check on Sheena,” Lazarus replied. “I promised to have you home before dark.”
Quinn looked puzzled. “There is plenty of daylight left and I’m sure Sheena is still asleep. I thought we were going fishing.”
“That will have to wait for another day.” Lazarus didn’t want to disappoint the lad, but he’d taken a risk by going into town, and in his monk’s robe, he stood out in the crowd. He was lucky the guard didn’t question them any further and had let them leave.
“I am grateful you dinna contradict me when I was speaking to the guard,” Lazarus said.
Quinn shrugged. “Sheena taught me never to ask questions when she says something. Even if it isna true. I find it odd though. If I were to lie, she’d tear a strip off my backside.”
“Sometimes the rules for bairns differ than those for persons grown. There are times, when a man must do or say what is necessary to protect himself or his family.”
“Is that why you fibbed to the guard? To protect us?” Quinn asked. “He seemed nice.”
“Looks can be deceiving, and I dinna want to give him any cause to detain us.” Lazarus glanced over his shoulder, then slowed his pace, relieved no one was trailing them. “Your sister was correct when she said you should never lie to your elders or question what they say. She was also right when she advised you against trusting strangers.”
“I dinna know you when you first came to our hut,” Quinn replied. “I let you in and things worked out just fine.”
“That was different. Your sister was injured and needed a healer. You dinna know what that French soldier motives for stopping us might have been.”
“I dinna understand why.” Quinn stopped walking and peered up at Lazarus, scratching his head.
“It is difficult to explain, but the man we met today isna from around here. He is actually from a country called France. Did you na hear the accent when he spoke?”
“Aye. He had an odd brogue I hadna heard afore and I dinna know where he was from. Are you afraid of people from France? Do you know the men he is searching for?”
“Nay. But not all men who visit from other countries are here for honorable reasons. Promise me in future you willna speak to the French guards when in the village.”
Quinn clenched his fist and thumped it against his chest. “I promise. Now can we go fishing?”
Lazarus laughed as he tousled the lad’s hair. “I really think we have been gone long enough. Your sister might need something.”
Quinn pouted. “I suppose you’re right. But I thought some fresh fish
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