âI am in penance for the crimes of my previous life. It is why my superior thought me the best to transport our ill brother to his eternal rest in our holy city.â
âIll brother, eh?â the snide man commented, and the sound of his horse drew even nearer. âWhatâs in the sack?â
âResin,â Roman said. âFor the censer.â
âWhatâs he ill of?â the young man asked.
âHeâs a leper,â Roman said. âAt least he was this morn. He could be dead by now. I was hoping to draw nearer the city before that happened. Bodies tend to stink even in this cool weather.â Isra heard a rustling. âHere is a letter from my abbot, giving me permission to be away from the abbey.â
âMelk, eh?â the first man mused after a moment. Isra heard more rustling and the cart rocked. âWhat are you doing?â
When Roman answered, he was alongside the cart, even with Israâs head. âIâm taking up the canvas so you can see the grisly mess yourselves. You wonât be swayed by my word or the vow of my abbot, so . . .â He broke off, and Isra heard the dusty scrape of sandals on the road.
âYes, open it up,â the snide man encouraged. âIâll be pleased to cleave your skull when I see with my own eyes a cart full of golden chalices and silken robes.â
âYouâd better put down that ax before you hurt yourself,â Roman said good-naturedly.
Isra began to panic. They were going to remove the canvas. Her face and body were covered, true, but did her wrapped figure closely enough resemble the corpse of a monk? What would happen if they suspected her? What if the man chose to test her by striking her with the ax? Or striking Roman?
What if they were caught and traced back to Melk?
What would happen to Romanâs friends?
What would they do to Isra, if they didnât kill her?
What if they decided to keep her?
She gripped the handle of the dagger and shimmied it higher on her palm in the instant before a corner of the canvas above her feet flapped and then was thrown back in a bright triangle.
âOnly a moment while I get the other side,â Roman said amicably.
Isra saw a shadow flit across the open section of the bed. âEzzer, I think he speaks true. Look.â
More footsteps drew near as it seemed Roman was taking his time with the other corner of the canvas.
âOh, hellâlook at that!â a man cried out in disgust. âCover it back up, man! Cover it up! Is it your wish to taint the entire village?â
âNot at all, brother,â Roman replied andâin a much quicker fashion than that in which heâd undone itâthe corner of the canvas was once more secure. âI could use a bite, though. Perhaps I might take my rest at yonder tavern and inquire as to whether they have a room to let.â
âThe bloody hell you will,â the snide man said. âYouâll get your great arse back in your cart and take your damned rot with you and not come back.â
âYouâll show no charity to a brother of God on a mission of mercy?â Roman needled.
âHere,â the younger voice called out, and Isra heard a slight clink. âFor your trouble, friar. Godspeed to you.â
âThe Lordâs blessing upon your merciful heart, lad,â Roman said, and Isra could hear the sincerity in his voice.
âGo on, then!â the first man demanded. âGo! Be swift! Go!â
The cart rocked and then lurched forward with a skull-jarring jerk, and the road passed beneath her with a fury that brought only peace.
Isra released the handle of the blade and brought her hands up to cover her face, her heart racing and her breath heaving in and out of her at last. They had almost been caught already, only hours after leaving.
âIsra?â she heard Roman call from beyond the canvas.
She swallowed. âYes?â
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