“So who killed Earl William?” he growled. “I can only guess at that, but one man does fit the description,” ventured Bellamus. “Another Sacred Guardsman of considerable renown called Pryce Rubenson. He’s a famous sprinter. They say he’s faster on foot than a horse with a rider over any distance and any terrain. And perhaps the most courageous warrior in the north.” “See if you can confirm that,” said Northwic. “And make him pay.” “As you wish,” said Bellamus. “You’re a valuable man, Bellamus.” “You know how to use me, lord.” Lord Northwic snorted. “Yes, I do. Let you do exactly what you want.”
