The rebuke stung like a slap across the cheek, and it was the first time that the young knight had ever refused to yield to the power of the church in the entire time that Acolyte Holm had known him. For a moment, the acolyte stood there stunned, as if he couldn't believe the words he'd heard.
"Excuse me?" Holm said as he glared at the young upstart who evidently thought he had the authority to exile the chosen representative of the Holy Lord of Light. "Sir Rhodri," the acolyte said as he turned to the village's former lord. "Did I hear correctly? Does your son believe that he can cast the Church and the Holy Lord of Light out of this village to give it over to the demons?"
