They no longer argued, no longer refuted, just mechanically stood there, letting the cold wind and rain lash at their faces.
Henderson looked around coldly and said, "It's good if you understand, staying here is the best protection for yourself and your families."
Who knows who started moving first, but soon after, the villagers began to retreat under the eaves and to the base of the wall.
They lowered their heads, their steps heavy and stiff, like birds seeking a safe harbor in the winter cold.
No one mentioned the church anymore, nor did anyone bring up Brother Ansel, as if the monk who risked his life for them had been forced into the depths of their memories.
The rain grew heavier and heavier.
Standing in the center of the yard, Adrian watched everything and let out a soft sigh of relief.
He glanced back at Henderson and whispered, "Things have reached this stage, don't let these people stir up any more trouble."
