Chapter 16:
Coin never solved problems. It was little more than a thin bandage for a festering wound. What started as Thad making his way through the camp while handing a few damaged men coin for a meal quickly turned into a sea of outreached hands begging for a denari, a slice of bread, anything to ease the suffering and hunger.
Many of the people who called this hollow a home were not sick nor missing limbs. The city had cast them out for unknown reasons. At least as far as Thad could fathom. The city officials had banished anyone in an effort to clean up the streets of the port city.
The gifting of the coin was a mistake. In seconds, Thad had lost view of the two monks as the wave of humanity closed ranks around him.
Geovanni was nowhere to be seen. The scribe did as Thad asked him
