"Crimes?!" Baron Hanrahan blurted, loudly enough that several of the pages who were running errands for the various knights nearby stopped in their tracks before Inquisitor Diramuid's dark, furious gaze sent them rushing back to their tasks with their heads lowered, pretending that they hadn't heard anything they shouldn't.
"Crimes," Loman said darkly. "Unless you can offer a very good explanation why there's a demon army marching toward us under the banner of the Hanrahan family? Side by side with the ax and wing of the Demon Lady of the Vale and the Paw and Stars of the Cat Lord of Airgead Mountain," he said.
