The next morning Peter and Henry were to go to Miss Ethyl’s farm (where they are to live for the time being) yet Peter had his own plans, he wanted to follow the map before leaving the village. When they were waiting on the carriage he faked needing to pee, so when he left behind a bush, he ran into the woods towards the east as the map says.
He ran desperately for quite a time before he reached a cabin in the woods. He saw much movement going on inside, he had second thoughts, but trembling, he pressed onward. He climbed upon the top (remembering what happened the last time he tried to explore one of these buildings) and looked through a small hole in the roof. Inside Peter saw the woman who attacked him with a hand upon the door knob turning it before opening it and leaving, he also saw groups of men singing and joking over top each other, all slering there words, as if drunk.
Peter saw one man who sat alone, he did not speak to the rest of the room, he was silent, and almost as grim as the scars that littered his skin, almost as eerie as the depictions of his tattoos on his bared arms and chest. It should be apparent that Peter was quite afraid.
That night Peter snuck out of the village baker’s (Mr Gary) house to find a clue on who these men are. He did this without consulting Henry, for he worried for his own safety, he didn’t want to in danger his best friend and sworn brother.
When he looked through the church ruins he was approached by the village Corey and Fats. Corey said “Why are you here at this hour? Can’t sleep without your teddy?!” both the ruffians laughed at the joke. Peter responded “Why are ye here?” Fats sighed and answered “Look we might be mean sometimes, but we know your hurting, we were actually looking for something to salvage.” Corey barked out “That’s not true, it’s the full moon, it’s made him mad, we just, uh, knew you’d be here.” Peter laughed. While they spoke (Corey trying to make up reasons why they were out there at night) Peter spotted a whitish thing poking out of the ash. Peter stepped toward it moving Corey to the side (which he complained yet strangely did nothing about) and took it pulling it out, it was a map, made of some rough, apparently inflammable, material.
Peter snatched the map into his back pocket and said “I’m going back, thanks for coming”.
At the least Father Melvin got a decent funeral. Peter wept only a little remembering his sermons, Henry a little remembering his status yet Anne bitterly, for she never loved serving a priest the more.
Peter’s real concern was the church, he worried not where he might stay (for he knew Miss Ethyl would be more than willing to allow him, Henry and Mother Anne to stay with her and her family as long as they took part in the labor) but how the people might act, for the village had no mayor, and although Peter was but a lad he could see that the church is what keeps order in the village. Henry spent more of the funeral discussing with the child of one of the maid servants of the count of the county they (Henry and Peter) lived in’s daughter, yes very elaborate way to try and get to know the count’s daughter. Meredith is a exception, for most nobles don’t converse with peasants unless the peasant is respectable or has a request of some kind. Lastly sat Mother Anne, she simply sat reflecting and weeping on the darkened thoughts.
The funeral went well enough, well as well as a thing of the sorts can. Many wept at his burial, many wept at the setting of his grave stone. In all, all left in a very somber mood.
Now one day Peter, Henry and Mother Anne were picking herbs in the woods surrounding the village. After this they went walking back to the church and saw a smoke coming from the direction they were heading. A black smoke.
Father Melvin had worked a long day, so when a knock was heard from the door, he didn’t even bother checking the window to see who it was (besides the village is normally a quite place, thus he assumed it to be a villager or nearby farmer with some spiritual question for him to answer) but upon opening he wished he did look before inviting in. There was three men, wearing robes and hoods to cover their faces. Melvin would never had been rowdy enough to fight them, but he didn’t have a chance to act in sincere benevolence, by the time he finished his greeting he had been stabbed three times, and thus fell dead.
This is how Peter, Henry and Anne found him, a corpse in a burnt down chapel.
PS, I am not sure if this counts as a chapter, seeing it is only three paragraphs, but oh well.