"Lady Jocelynn," Gilander said, bowing deeply to the young woman who had clearly suffered greatly since the arrival of the Inquisitor.
Gilander hadn't heard the full story, and he doubted he ever would. But when he left Lord Owain's office in search of Captain Albyn, the entire manor had been abuzz with whispers about Lady Jocelynn emerging from the dungeons, dressed as a commoner and escorting the body of Confessor Eleanor.
Gilander was a simple man, loyal to his lord, his wife and the Holy Lord of Light, and he'd never cared for the sorts of schemes that took root in higher levels of the aristocracy, but even someone as straightforward as him could understand that, whatever Percivus had been up to, it clearly went far beyond any mandate that Lord Bors would have handed down if he'd been in his right mind.
