Chapter 63

Dirty Laundry

Striding to the gate Cyn explained his task to the barracks lad. “Take these robes to a safe place where they will not be found. Under a bale of hay, in a closet in a tack room, wherever you hide things.”

“Captain ordered me to bring a cart to fetch back the body.”

“I will get the cart. You stash the garb, then hurry back.”

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The boy seemed about to argue, but a glare from Cyn kept his mouth closed. The captured bows and quivers were handed over to garrison soldiers before the lad gathered up the bundle and scurried off.

Glancing about Cyn saw the Angelos brothers and their mother had moved on, but he caught the eye of one of the Turkopoles he had caroused with a few evenings earlier. “Can I borrow your mount? We can hitch,” Cyn bent down to look under the horse, “Him to a cart and bring in the dead.”

The cavalryman consented and handed his bridle to Cyn. A nearby cart was unloaded and the horse harnessed. Heading to the far side of the battlefield, Cyn set a brisk pace.