Glenn rose back to his feet as Jem and Christof hurried out the door. He took two angry steps toward Oswin, letting the table cloth fall as he forgot about the pain caused by the wounds and only saw Fleta's frightened face. But the heavy man moved the knife closer to Fleta's neck. "Sit back down, boy!" he snapped. "Or I swear I'll kill her!"
Glenn's jaw tightened and his hands clenched into fists, but he forced himself to back up and sit down in the chair once more, staring helplessly at Fleta.
"Lads!" Oswin yelled to the brothers outside the door, who had stopped when they saw Oswin with his knife to Fleta's neck. "Come in here!" he commanded, wondering how much he needed to pay them to gain their loyalty.
Both obeyed. But while Kenrick glared at Oswin, Peyton seemed amused by the whole situation, a fact not lost on Oswin. "There's another silver coin for you, lad, if you bind that troublemaker's hands behind his back," he said to Peyton.
"Can't pass up a deal like that," Peyton said and strolled toward Glenn as he removed his belt to use as a rope.
Kenrick opened his mouth, perhaps to protest, but Oswin's knife was so close to Fleta's throat that he closed it again.
