Chapter 18
JOHANNA SAT DOWN on the slightly musty couch.
The guards faced her across the table where the crate stood. She noticed that one man had a bleeding scratch over his face and bruising around his eye. Apparently, Sylvan had put up a bit of a fight. She found the thought strangely amusing. Out of all the bandits that had captured her, she had respected Sylvan the most of all. He had not been like Sigvald, paying for his men to have their way with poor peasant girls.
“Tell me where and how you apprehended this man.” And where was his bear?
“This bandit turned up at the Hemeldinck office, speaking in some foul language. We assumed he came to take delivery of the haul. We asked him why he was there and he said he had business with the Hemeldinck family. We asked him, did he know th
