Chapter 5Geoffrey rose with the sun, a habit he still retained from his training in the cloister. He kept his breakfast light, accepting cake and watered ale from a bleary-eyed pot boy. The earlier he made his visit, the sooner he could report, and Squire Henry leave him be. Strange, I feel certain Raul isn’t to be feared, yet I’ve not met him. Or perhaps it’s that I’ve met men like the squire too often before. Men whose positions make them dangerous to those for whom they take a dislike.
Walking a circuitous route to Raul’s house to survey the village, and its mood, Geoffrey finally stopped at a spot where he was hidden from sight from either the road or the house by a small copse of trees. Remaining unmoving, he stared at the front of the house. Closing his eyes, Geoffrey inhaled deeply
