Chapter 11:
A candle sprang to life near the barn opening. The feeble light barely reached Thaddeus, where he found himself entangled with the pungent-smelling youth.
“Are you all right?” the youth asked.
“I am fine. A little shaken is all.” Thaddeus and the youth both ignored Geovanni’s answer from the safety of the doors.
It took a moment for Thaddeus to gather his wits and search his body mentally for wounds. He found none but his pride. Manliness was cut deep because he froze under an attack. “I think I am unharmed… How about you?” Thaddeus whispered to the boy still lying on his chest.
“No… No, I am well.” It took a moment for the two to clear their minds, or at least for the boy to roll off the top of the inquisitor. Whatever attacked them left those in the barn shaken.
It was
