Rafe nodded, a strange grin on his face.
Mercy’s heart twisted. How many other boys were like Will? Punished. Hurt. What did the bishop do to them?
Thomas sneezed twice and then dusted his shirt off. “I started sneaking out of my room at night ta find a way out. I finally did. Through the crypts.”
“The crypts?”
“Where they keep all the dead of the castle. I think the bishop’s mom and dad are down there.”
“Can we get into the castle that way?”
Thomas shook his head. “I’m not goin’ back.”
Mercy couldn’t blame him. She didn’t want them to go back. She didn’t want them in danger. “No. You don’t have to. I just need someone to show me how to get in.”
Rafe looked at all the boys.
“I would never ask you to go back into the castle. It’s too dangerous. But I have to. I have to find Kit.”
“There are other boys like us,” Rafe said. “They’re prisoners there.”
“It’s not our concern,” Thomas stated strongly. “We got out.”
Rafe looked at Will. Finally, he stood. “I’ll show you how I escaped. I’ll show you where to go.”
