Cyrus' POV 

My decision to use the men that were present with me had not been out of instinct alone. 

When I had arrived last night I had seen Agnes painting and when the paint was done there was a group of men scattered on Lord Salmon's orchard with a look of despair on their faces. Underneath the drawing was the inscription, 

Fidelis.

Loyalty.

The message was clear. The men could be trusted. 

It did not mean however that I was going to trust them blindly but I was going to ensure that they could be trusted first. 

“I want to know the anonymous tipper. It would be your duty...