Judas said nothing. He had the wooden shutters open, so the cold wind was whistling in, and that was already beginning to annoy Greeves. The fact that Judas wasn't replying irritated him all the more.
"What are you looking at?" Greeves said, shouldering him aside for a better view.
Judas pointed. "Y'know what they say of speaking of the devil?"
"Rather you didn't say stuff like that," Greeves said. "We need all the luck we can get, if devils do exist-- Is that that little fucker down there? What the bloody hell is he doing?"
"Something with his horse?" Judas said.
