Chapter 14:
They followed at a discreet distance, but it mattered little. The crowd led by the child was too busy slapping themselves bloody to notice the three men shadowing them. The path narrowed, and the trees stretched overhead. Thaddeus knew, in the summer, this small path would never see the light of day. The leaves of the trees would have blocked out the sun. Now the bare trees gave the trail the look of dead hands rising overhead.
Geovanni had remained in quiet contemplation as they walked. This small fact was a blessing and a curse. It allowed the inquisitor to run the same thoughts over in his head, replaying notions that he knew had no answer. By the time the scribe spoke, Thaddeus had convinced himself a fool for allowing the healer to play him like she did. He swore it woul
