“My lady, you’re right. We must leave. But we sail in one boat. I won’t risk becoming separated. We take one boat, or we stay here until we find the fishermen.”
Bassus and I glare at each other.
“Then search for them. Find a pilot who can take us south.”
Bassus spreads his hands. “They’re gone.”
“They’re in the forest. Hunt them down the way you do poachers.”
Bassus shakes his head and turns to walk away. You won’t get off so easily.
“Or shall I tell the queen and the archbishop you’re a coward? That after King Edwin died, you ran away?”
Bassus swings back around to face me, his weathered face glowing red. “That is a lie,” he growls. He raises his hand, as if to strike me.
Inwardly quaking, I stand my ground. “Perhaps, but everyone will believe it. Your reputation and that of your family will suffer for generations.”
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