Bartholomew woke determined to leave Haverhill immediately, but Tesdale proved difficult to prise out of bed. Cynric was about to resort to a jug of cold water when Luneday arrived. The Withersfield man grinned as he announced that Elyan and d’Audley had both agreed to his proposal concerning the disputed manor. ‘Oh, good,’ said Michael without enthusiasm. ‘We are leaving today, so we shall warn … tell Langelee to expect you.’ Luneday’s expression became sombre. ‘I would not recommend that, Brother. Robbers struck again last night – either the ones who attacked you or others – and they killed a man. You should not travel in such a small party while they are at large. Wait until tomorrow, and come with us.’ ‘We cannot,’ objected Michael. ‘Important business clamours for our attention in Cambridge. Besides, an important debate is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and I cannot miss it.’ ‘Well, it is your decision,’ said Luneday with a shrug, ‘but I would not want to meet these thieves with only three students for protection.
