‘I wonder … with the Templars’ Curse so heavy on the Capets … perhaps she was able to throw some of it on us.’ He shakes his head. ‘I don’t know. It’s just … we’re dying, one by one. We of Galloway. Once we were twelve, and now we are seven.’ ‘Nonsense,’ grumps Brendan le Rous, a stocky, no-nonsense lord from Chester. ‘That was five years ago. A few of us dying off here and there is to be expected.’
