Gareth nodded. "Very well then, I shall take my leave." Under his breath he cursed Thomas's name, wishing Thomas had been bitten instead. Unfortunately, the one humble commander he could hold sympathy for was dead. Harker stood abruptly, turning and leaving the room with feet moving briskly to signal spite, and he shut the door behind him quietly. Who the hell put Thomas in charge? He shuddered at the idea. For now, he needed to find Sir Walden again, and so he ushered himself to the other end of the castle.