Unanswered

The curiosity that bloomed from the intriguing words seized Wilfred's imagination, and refused to release him even as he made hasty preparation for his departure. The following morning, he kissed his wife and infant son goodbye and rode out with one bowman and one squire into the snowy wood for London. The treacherous paths slowed their progress considerably, forcing them to keep to a crawl and take shelter early to avoid the worst of the cold nights and the late season storms. By the...
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The curiosity that bloomed from the intriguing words seized Wilfred's imagination, and refused to release him even as he made hasty preparation for his departure. The following morning, he kissed his wife and infant son goodbye and rode out with one bowman and one squire into the snowy wood for London. The treacherous paths slowed their progress considerably, forcing them to keep to a crawl and take shelter early to avoid the worst of the cold nights and the late season storms. By the time London came into view, a week had passed, and Wilfred had spent much more time than was entirely reasonable wondering what manner of person this little thief of Wamba's might be. He had half convinced himself that the boy must have manipulated Wamba somehow, played on his sympathies to escape his punishment. If he was a thief, he was bound to be a liar as well, and Wilfred was more than prepared to see him removed if he posed any danger to Wamba's wellbeing.He rode into the tower courtyard with a grim certainty of what must be done, as dusk fell on the seventh day of his journey.