"Can I count on you to help me return home, even if it means we have to defy an entire march to do so?"
There was only one answer to Lady Jocelynn's question. Sir Elgon knew it. Captain Albyn knew it, and Confessor Eleanor most certainly knew it. Stand together or abandon the noblewoman who had brought them all here, leaving her to whatever cruel fate the Church or the Lothian Marquis had in mind.
There was only one answer, but when she put it so bluntly, it was incredibly difficult to speak the words.
If the Church declared her a witch or a heretic, then the full might of the Inquisition would follow them wherever they went. They would have to seek out a High Priest or High Inquisitor in some other territory in order to clear her name from the trumped-up charges that a corrupt Inquisitor could lay against her.
