Placing his cup to the ground, Billow tidied his clothes.
“Go,” said Brother Ply grandly to the officers. “We’ll wait for you.”
The officers exchanged glances. “Why do you need us?” said Billow.
Ply moved forward and threw his arms around him in a hug. “You’re family.”
The two officers retreated to the impending crisis within their station and once they had left, Sabienn saw his chance to act. Here goes, he thought. One swift run. He gripped the knife in his hand and steeled himself for a rush.
The shorter monk to his left was about to pull back his hood when Sabienn saw him momentarily blindsided. With speed Sabienn charged like a bull at the unsuspecting monk.
“Stop!” said Bray. It was too late to check his advance. Sabienn pushed the monk on to his back and was now on top pulling
