"Then find me proof," he said. "Bring me a witness. Bring me someone willing to stand before the Church and accuse the royal family openly. That is what justice requires. In the meantime, do not bring down our Lord's anger upon yourselves. Respect these holy grounds."
The first few people began to drift away. Others followed. The crowd left muttering about taking their protests elsewhere.
Lionel watched them go with a growing unease.
It was becoming a movement.
The Archbishop turned towards him. "You should go to the king, Lord Ashcroft. Keep him safe."
Lionel gave him a flat look. "If I leave Lady Livia unguarded, I am quite certain His Majesty will have my head."
The Archbishop sighed heavily. "There is always one thing after another to contend with." He looked towards the road leading away from the Abbey. "I must go to Whitehall."
Lionel inclined his head. "Your Grace." He turned and headed back towards the residential quarters. His pace quickened once he was inside.
