Bishop Laninga took another pull of wine and looked over the rim of his goblet at Sir Kasos. His mind worked furiously as he contemplated what he'd been told. Antonius Richter had been a lifelong trusted friend. They'd grown up shoulder to shoulder, laughed, cried and even been punished together for the mischievous deeds of boys. Now Antonius was dead, killed needlessly by a cowardly English swordsman. To make matters worse, the herdsman had killed a ...