CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ros didn’t wait for a reply but slipped along the wall and over to the stone archway. He arrived at the gatehouse and slipped up beside the door that led inside. A faint flickering light told us somebody was home. He rapped his knuckle on the door. A narrow rectangular hole near the top of the door slid open, and a guard looked through the slit.
Ros smashed his fist through the wood and slammed his knuckle into the man’s face. The guard stumbled back, and Ros rammed the broken door with his shoulder. The catch broke and the door swung open to reveal another guard and the bloodied face of the first.
Ros shut the door behind him and muffled the noises of battle. I moved to help him, but Brother Collins caught my arm and shook his head. “Rest assured he is a well-s
