I haven't done one of these for a long time, but I've put a snippet behind the cut tag. I'm not after a crit, especially not a sentence level one because there might still be major changes to the these chapters. But just so you can get a flavour of the story,
Sergeant Brand snapped out the order to halt and everyone stood to attention while Lord Angrak went into the Palace alone. A minute or two later, Angrak was back. He exchanged a few words with the sergeant, then hurried inside again. Sergeant Brand turned to face his men with parade ground precision, his boot heels cracking on the stone flags. He barked out the the command to stand at ease then dismissed the men of the King's Guard, who were told to fall out and return to their barracks.
"The rest of you, follow me," Brand said. "You are to wait in the guardroom, while M'lord and I deliver our report. No one is to go anywhere else, or you'll have me to answer to. Understand?"
Huw raised his hand and caught the sergeant's eye.
"Sarn't? Please can Mark and I go and look in the library?"
Brand looked at him for a long moment, his heavy eyebrows lowered, his eyes narrowed. "The library?" he said at last.
"Yes, sir. I've heard the Palace has a very fine library. And my grandfather says that it's open to visiting scholars."
The sergeant's eyebrows rose. "Scholars?"
"Me and Mark can both read and write, Sarn't."
"And that makes you scholars, does it?" The sergeant growled. "Why in Bec's name would you want to visit a library?"
"I thought they might have a book about the life of Saint Iestyn."
Brand's eyebrows twitched a fraction higher. "Now why would you be interested in a Christian holy man?"
"There would be books about Gavran and his men too." Huw swallowed. Brand was far from stupid; he must have realised that Mark was no native of any country he knew of. "I thought it might help Mark work out how he got here."
Brand looked from Huw to Mark and back again. "All right. I'll ask," he said at last. "But don't get your hopes up."