bed

Abbot.” And then Erik could contain it no longer. He sneezed. Then he sneezed again.
Sachs had obviously not expected this answer, because he did explain. “It is an ambush. One of our agents has brought us information that a large group of the ungodly pagans will be conducting their evil rites there. When you have gained entry, you will create a disturbance. You will continue to do so for as long as possible, while the Knights force entry at the water-door.”
“Haaachoo! Yes, Abbot. Ndow will you excuse me? By dose is streaming.”

The bed groaned as Manfred did his customary flop onto it. As usual, he gave his attention to the bedpost caryatides before turning to Erik. “What’s up? Why are you pacing about, rubbing a thoughtful hand on that pious, sharpcut chin of yours?”
Erik took a deep breath. “I’ve got to go brothel-creeping!”
Manfred leapt to his feet in a single movement, like a crossbow snapping straight. It was at moments like this that the big knight revealed his true strength and agility. He rubbed his hands gleefully and grinned, revealing those blocky teeth.
“Oh, me too. Me too! But this time just to watch! What’s ­suddenly come over you, my pure Icelandic friend? Besides the need for female company, that is?”
Erik scowled. “I’ve got orders from Abbot Sachs to go to the House of the Red Cat. You will be staying here. Even if I have to lock you up,