Chapter ONE - Weebly

Chapter
ELEVEN
By the time he reached the gate to the chapel grounds,
he was barely running at all. Pain from his bad leg
radiated up into his groin and gut, and his breath came
in great aching gasps. He stumbled up the path to the
chapel entrance, pounded on the door with his fist,
turned and slumped back against the wall of the building
to wait for a response.
Before long the door opened.
“Yes, who’s there?” A head poked out from the
doorway, illuminated from below by a candle. The play
of light and shadow exaggerated the size of his nose, the
boniness of his face, and the sallow hue of his skin.
Ethan forced himself to stand and stepped out
where the man could see him. Troutbeck started and