Thomas took a deep breath. “As thou canst see,” he said, relieved at his voice not betraying his inner turmoil, sweeping his arm around the church, “there are no traitors here. Thou art welcome to search every nook and cranny, but I fear the only living creatures thou “ll find are mice and bats.”
The Captain held the clergyman with unblinking eyes seeking the slightest sign of untruth. He grunted, dissatisfied, but turned to stride along the nave, his steps echoing from the barrel-roof above. He stepped outside to bark orders: “Five, inside. Search every inch of this church. Thou, climb the tower and don’t miss anything. Fletcher, Smith and Parry, search the churchyard and have an eye for the yews, a man can hide inside them, right enough.”
Jake cringed against the wall, deciding whether
