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She laughed in my face and called me a fool. Until I held her to the water.” He twisted back to them, his frenzied expression triumphant and certain. “Then she begged for forgiveness, sure enough.”
“The water?” Bile rose, hot and fast, but Fiona tamped it down. She reached behind to grasp Margaret’s hand. Her sister pressed closed against her, and Fiona felt her trembling.
“Aislinn Sinclair tarnished her soul with sin most grievous, but my grace brought her back to purity. ’Twas I who slew the demons of her lust. My prayers and intervention which allowed her death without sin.”
Fiona’s tongue, numb inside her mouth, could scarcely form the words. Yet she forced herself to form them, certain now at his answer. “You killed her.”
The priest snorted, a crazed, choking sort of laughter. “I saved her! I baptized her in that creek so her soul might be free in the kingdom of heaven! But for me, she’d be writhing in the fires of hell.”
Fiona’s throat scalded at his boastful confession. “’Twas murder, you vile monster. And nothing less! ’Tis you who God will punish.” She pushed at him, heedless of the danger.
He swung back, flinging her against the wall. Her head bashed against the stone. The impact drove the breath from her lungs. Dazed but determined, she tried to get up. Margaret ran to her side, but the priest knocked her away as well and stood upon Fiona’s skirts.
“I see they’ve made a Campbell whore of you as well.” His voice rasped, hot and rough. His eyes went glassy with rage and his twisted notion of morality.
Dread, heavy and dark as death itself, pressed down upon Fiona. Margaret rose slowly, looking from Fiona to the door as a commotion sounded in the bailey. Shouts from every direction began to echo outside the chapel.
The priest bent over, his breath a fetid stink upon Fiona’s face. “If Campbell bastards breach our gate, the soul of every dead Sinclair will be a curse on you. You led us to this!”
The disturbance grew louder. Fiona could not tell who shouted, or even from whence it came, but she prayed the king’s men had found their way in.
The priest grabbed her chin and pinched with one bony hand. “You are as worthless as your mother, you traitorous whelp.”
He reached back and grabbed the lantern with his other hand. In one swift motion, he flung it down against the tapestry piled on the ground. The old fabric smoldered but a second and then burst into flames. Margaret screamed and jumped to stomp it out, but Father Bettney rose and slapped her hard, knocking her to the ground once more.
Fiona scuttled to the side, away from the fire, but thought only of getting close to Margaret. Fear replaced her anger. He meant to kill them both, and none would save them, for she had failed in her duty. And her child would perish along with them.
The shouts outside grew more distinct, closer and more urgent. The priest cast a glance into the chapel. He turned back and picked up the keys up from the floor, and his hateful gaze came back to Fiona. Her heart nearly paused. She could not breathe or call for help. And where was Genevieve?
He pulled the extra robes from the wall and threw them to the burning pile. “’Tis fitting, I suppose, that you should die by flame.”
He stepped out of the sacristy and slammed the door. The metal scrape of lock and key scratched the air. The sound of something heavy crashed against the wood, and Fiona wondered if he’d tipped the altar over toward the door. Smoke began to fill the room as the robes ignited. She jumped from her spot and shoved with all her might against the door. It would not budge. They were trapped.
“She should have reached us by now,” John said, rising up to stare toward Sinclair Hall. They’d worked on the latch from their side for nearly an hour to no avail. The door stood firm, and they were no closer to reaching the chapel.
Myles’s agitation mounted, his worry growing as the sky darkened. “We cannot wait any longer. The king will storm the front gate soon. Take us to the place where we might climb the wall.”
He signaled to the men. In seconds, each was on his feet and running toward Sinclair Hall.
“’Tis there.” John pointed as they ran. “See the spot that’s lower than the rest?”
Myles could just barely make it out in the dusk and shadows, but sure enough, he saw a dip in the stone wall. They ran until they reached the closest corner of the keep and then moved silently along the wall. No shouts of alarm sounded from overhead, and Myles offered up his thanks to God that they had reached this point. On they went until they stood just below the crumbled spot of the curtain wall.
“What lies directly on the other side?” Myles said to John.
“The granary. If a handful of us can get to the roof, we can wait there until we hear the king’s men at the gate,” John answered.
Myles eyed the wall. There was no way to get all of them up and over, but standing on the shoulders of another, a few could scale it.

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Dia tertawa di wajah saya dan memanggil saya bodoh. Sampai aku memegang air." Dia memutar kembali kepada mereka, ekspresi hiruk pikuk kemenangan dan tertentu. "Maka ia memohon untuk pengampunan, tentu saja.""Air?" Empedu mawar, panas dan cepat, tapi Fiona dipadatkan. Dia mencapai di belakang untuk memahami Margaret tangan. Adiknya ditekan tertutup terhadap dirinya, dan Fiona merasa gemetar nya.' Aislinn Sinclair ternoda jiwanya dengan dosa yang paling pedih, tetapi kasih karunia saya dibawa kembali ke kemurnian. ' Sungguh aku yang membunuh Roh-roh jahat dari nafsu nya. Saya doa dan intervensi yang memungkinkan kematiannya tanpa dosa."Fiona di lidah, mati rasa di dalam mulutnya, hampir tidak dapat membentuk kata-kata. Namun dia memaksa dirinya untuk membentuk mereka, sekarang tertentu di jawabannya. "Anda membunuh dirinya."Imam snorted, gila, tersedak semacam tawa. "Aku menyelamatkan dia! Aku dibaptis dirinya di sungai itu sehingga jiwanya mungkin gratis di kerajaan surga! Tapi bagi saya, ia akan menjadi geliatan akan pandanggan di api neraka."Tenggorokan dariotto tersiram air panas di pengakuannya sombong. "' Sungguh pembunuhan, Rakasa keji Anda. Dan tidak kurang! "Tis Anda yang Allah akan menghukum." Dia mendorong padanya, lalai dari bahaya.Ia mengayunkan kembali, melemparkan dia ke dinding. Kepalanya memukul terhadap batu. Dampak melaju nafas dari paru-parunya. Linglung tapi ditentukan, dia mencoba untuk bangun. Margaret berlari ke sisinya, tetapi imam mengetuk dia pergi serta dan berdiri di atas dariotto rok."Saya melihat mereka telah dibuat Campbell pelacur Anda juga." Suara serak, panas dan kasar. Matanya pergi berkaca-kaca dengan kemarahan dan konsep pegangannya bengkok dari moralitas.Takut, berat dan gelap sebagai kematian itu sendiri, ditekan saat Fiona. Margaret naik perlahan-lahan, melihat dari Fiona ke pintu sebagai keributan terdengar di bailey. Teriakan dari segala arah mulai gema di luar Kapel.Imam membungkuk, napas bau yang berbau busuk berdasarkan dariotto wajah. "Jika Campbell bajingan melanggar gerbang kami, jiwa setiap Sinclair mati akan menjadi kutukan pada Anda. Anda membawa kita ke ini!"Gangguan semakin keras. Fiona tidak tahu yang berteriak, atau bahkan dari mana itu berasal, tetapi dia berdoa orang raja telah menemukan cara mereka.Imam menyambar dagunya dan mencubit dengan satu tangan kurus. "Anda seperti tak berharga sebagai ibumu, betina berkhianat."Dia mencapai kembali dan meraih lentera dengan tangan lain. Satu bergerak cepat, ia melemparkan itu turun melawan permadani yang menumpuk di tanah. Kain tua membara tetapi kedua dan kemudian meledak ke dalam api. Margaret menjerit dan melompat untuk menginjak-injak keluar, tapi ayah Bettney bangkit dan menampar dia keras, mengetuk ke tanah sekali lagi.Fiona bergegas ke sisi, dari api, tapi pikiran hanya semakin dekat dengan Margaret. Ketakutan menggantikan kemarahan. Ia bermaksud membunuh mereka berdua, dan tidak akan menyelamatkan mereka, karena ia telah gagal dalam tugasnya. Dan anaknya akan binasa bersama mereka.Teriakan di luar tumbuh lebih berbeda, lebih dekat dan lebih mendesak. Imam melemparkan pandangan ke Kapel. Ia berbalik dan mengambil kunci dari lantai, dan tatapan kebencian kembali ke Fiona. Hatinya hampir berhenti. Dia tidak bisa bernapas atau meminta bantuan. Dan dimana Genevieve?Ia ditarik jubah tambahan dari dinding dan melemparkan mereka ke dalam tumpukan pembakaran. "'Tis pas, saya kira, bahwa Anda harus mati oleh api."Ia melangkah keluar dari sakristi dan membanting pintu. Luka logam kunci dan kunci menggores udara. Suara sesuatu yang berat menabrak kayu, dan Fiona bertanya-tanya jika dia telah membalikkan mezbah menuju pintu. Asap mulai mengisi ruang sebagai jubah dinyalakan. Dia melompat dari tempat dia dan mendorong dengan semua dia mungkin melawan pintu. Itu tidak bergerak. Mereka terperangkap."Ia harus telah mencapai kami sekarang," kata John, bangun untuk menatap ke arah Sinclair Hall. Mereka telah bekerja pada kait dari sisi mereka selama hampir satu jam tidak berhasil. Pintu berdiri teguh, dan mereka tidak lebih dekat untuk mencapai Kapel.Myles's agitasi dipasang, ia khawatir yang tumbuh sebagai langit gelap. "Kita tidak bisa menunggu lebih lama lagi. Raja akan badai gerbang depan segera. Membawa kita ke tempat di mana kita mungkin memanjat tembok."Dia memberi isyarat kepada orang-orang. Dalam hitungan detik, masing-masing berada di kakinya dan berjalan ke arah Sinclair Hall."'Tis ada." John menunjuk saat mereka berlari. "Melihat tempat yang lebih rendah daripada yang lain?"Myles nyaris tidak bisa di senja dan bayangan, tapi tentu saja, ia melihat berenang di dinding batu. Mereka berlari sampai mereka mencapai sudut terdekat tetap dan kemudian pindah ke diam-diam sepanjang dinding. Tidak ada teriakan alarm terdengar dari overhead, dan Myles ditawarkan Nya kepada Tuhan bahwa mereka telah mencapai titik ini. Pada mereka pergi sampai mereka berdiri tepat di bawah tempat hancur dinding tirai."Apa yang terletak langsung di sisi lain?" Myles berkata kepada Yohanes."Lumbung. Jika beberapa dari kita bisa mendapatkan ke atap, kita dapat menunggu di sana sampai kita mendengar laki-laki raja di pintu gerbang,"jawab Yohanes.Myles bermata dinding. Tidak ada cara untuk mendapatkan semua dari mereka keatas, tapi berdiri di atas bahu orang lain, beberapa dapat skala itu.