[…] whose profession to forsake the World... bogs them deeper into the world.

The contract was mutually binding.

The King looked at the motionless figure, at the little crowd of hushed expectant rustics beyond the bridge, and finally at the face of Chandos, which shone with amusement.

They moved camp in the morning, without breakfast except for a crumbling chunk of dry pemmican which Aaron chewed privily.