The Crowfield Demon
““We are to go straight in,” the monk said. He looked up at Shadlok. “Are you sure about telling the prior what you really are?”
Shadlok’s gaze flickered to William briefly. “I am sure.”
Brother Snail nodded. “Very well. Follow me.”
They walked along the short passageway to the inner door of the chapter house. Brother Snail knocked and pushed it open. Prior Ardo was sitting on the stone seat beneath St. Michael’s stained-glass feet, the only part of the window left unboarded. He was alone. There was a lantern hanging by the door and a second lantern on the stone seat beside him. In the soft half-light, the prior’s face looked haggard and old. He beckoned them forward and stared at William for some moments.
“Do you know what is being said about you?” the prior said, his voice hard, his eyes cold. “That you torment Brother Martin in his sleep? That you are in league with the devil?”
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