Chapter 425. Will She Die…?

The Monk

He sat back, his fingers steepled as he smiled to himself. Truly, the ways of God were strange, he thought as he smiled maliciously.

He had heard of what had transpired at the house of Lucien Delano; it always paid to have moles in the opposite camp. Paid spies. And sometimes, threatening them, made them ferret out information for the monk with alacrity.

Now he rubbed his hands together as he stood up and began to pace about the room. Seven steps one way, seven steps the other way. Back and forth he went, as he calculated, humming a hymn to himself tunelessly as he walked.

Either way, he stood to win. If Delano’s wife died, it would be a massive blow to him; if the wife survived and the child died, well, would his family stand with him, and support him?

There would be blame that would be hurled at Lucien, the Mighty Delano!

The monk chuckled, an evil sound. His men looked around. It never meant good if the old man laughed