Tensions flared up. Sylvester and Hendrix waited to see which side would make its move first.
"That was good food, Hendrix. Give my thanks to your wife." The Pope returned.
Sylvester quickly changed the topic. "Indeed, mentor. Give my thanks to Lady Elaine as well, respected healer. But we should now rest as we leave early in the morning."
Hendrix nodded and picked up the fallen glass. "Yes, let's do that. My wife has set up a room for you at the end of the hallway. There are two separate mattresses on the ground. You can sleep on them. In the meantime, I will go and get myself a small carriage from the village chief for the travel."
Sylvester stood up. "I will help you. The least I can do for healing me."
