Eadgard strode to where Dominic lay and gestured for Marcellus to follow. My Clonie friend touched my elbow and I felt a tingle sweep up my arm and neck. He joined Eadgard and the two males each took an arm of the Brother and yanked him into a standing position. His head lolled between his outstretched arms, and his knees buckled. Kendra stood before him and lifted his noggin. She peered into his eyes and said, “Tell us where the Abbot is, Brother Dominic.”
He managed a husky laugh. “I’m no brother.”
“You are not that is for certain.”
The Agro squinted and blinked. He gazed at Kendra as though seeing her for the first time. Indeed, he had not looked upon her since she had revealed her true form. “You are no nun. What kind of deception has occurred?”
“Tell us, who are you?” Kendra said. He said nowt. Kendra pulled on his scalp hair and he flinched. “Name yourself Agro scum.” He said nowt. Kendra gripped on tighter and said, “Wirt.” My friend hurried to her side. “Can you name him?”
Wirt grinned and put his hand against Brother Dominic’s chest, causing him to lift his gaze. Wirt looked to the ceiling then straight into the Agros eyes and said, “Ryce. Powerful.”
“Indeed, his moniker suits him, my dears. But it is not an Agro name,” Kendra said.
“Carnie,” I said and shuddered at the thought of those meat-eating collaborators. I recalled the time they came to Cityplace to fool us with fakery and mind jests, whilst Agros took our Meeks.
Kendra spat. “Carnie scum.” She let go of Ryce's head and shouted into his ear, “Where is the Abbot?”
He did not reply.
Eadgard looked to Marcellus and nodded. They let go of Ryce’s arms and he collapsed onto the ground. Coughing and breathing heavily, he lifted himself slowly and stood all wobble-legged. I marched over and prodded his shoulder. “Tell us where the Abbot is so that he can give me what I need.”
“Which is?” he said and folded his arms.
I could not answer. I had no clue.
Ryce snickered wetly. It was an unpleasant noise like the sound of nose glop just after a sneeze. I stared at said protuberance and noticed that his beard looked different. He chortled again and as his shoulders shook, I swear I saw a wad of hair fall loose from said face covering.
“Do not worry Adara, the Abbot knows all and will reveal all. When we find him. Now tell us where he is,” Eadgard said and loomed over Ryce.
“And if I don’t?”
Marcellus grabbed the counterfeit holy man by the shoulders. He pulled him close and said, “Tell what friends ask, or we pull heart from chest.” Ryce gulped and closed his eyes then opened them.
“Big words Clonie, but I have no fear of you or what you say that you can do. I know that you will not kill me. You need me.”
Marcellus thinned his lips and glowered. “We not kill, but we hurt,” he said and punched Ryce hard in the lower parts. Ryce doubled over. Marcellus stood behind him and grabbed hold of his smacked nads.
Ryce wailed like a sickly bub and said through gasps, “I will take you to the Abbot. Remove your clenched fingers from my most private area.”
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