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get you gents?” said the barmaid.
“Ciders for both of us, and whatever food you have ready,” said Osmont.
Aine disappeared through a door beside the bar into the kitchen, and the two of them relaxed in silence, glad to be free from the crowds of people. Aine returned with two mugs of cider a few minutes later.
“I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon,” she said, setting the mugs onto the table.
She had turned around and was heading back to the bar when Osmont snapped out of his reverie. “Wait. What? Was the boy here before?”
“He was here just yesterday. When the blokes he was with left this morning, I didn’t expect to see him back here?”
Donovan spun in his chair to face her, a broad grin splitting his face. “You know me? I was here? Who was I with? What were their names?” The words just kept pouring out of his mouth until she interrupted him.
“That’s what I just said. If you’re not going to listen then I won’t bother talking.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Ma’am!” she spat. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d give you a fat lip for that comment.”
“I apologize for the boy,” said Osmont. “He’s going through trying times.”
She stood there with one eyebrow raised, staring at Donovan. Donovan ducked down and took a long drink of his cider to escape her gaze.
“I didn’t see much of the older fellow. He kept to his room most of the time, but the other guy was pleasant enough. He had a decent enough singing voice and he tipped better than most. I think his name was Edmon.”
“Eamon?” asked Osmont.
“That could’ve been it,” she said. “He was the plainest guy I ever met. You could train an average guy to be as boring as possible for his entire life and you’d still notice him more than Eamon. If it wasn’t for his songs by the fire, I’d probably already have forgotten about him.”
“Any idea which direction they were heading?” asked Osmont.
Aine shrugged her shoulders. “Most of his songs were about the sea, but he didn’t mention where they were going.” She headed to the kitchen to gather their food.
As soon as she passed through the doorway, Osmont leaned forward in his chair. “That means that they’re probably on the South Road. I’m going to get my horse and see if I can catch them. There’s a small village a gentle day’s ride along the road. If I don’t find them there, then I’ll come back to get you and we’ll return to Haven.”
“I’m coming with you,” said Donovan.
“I can travel faster alone. I want you to stay here and find out if Aine knows anything else. If I’m not back tonight, get a room and wait for me here. Under no circumstances are you to leave here until I come back. Understood?”
Donovan was taken aback. He had never seen Osmont this intense before and it took him a moment before he nodded in agreement.
“Good, here comes the food.”
A moment later Aine set two platters of food on the table and headed off to check on the other patrons. Delicious aromas wafted off of a thick stew and they both had half a loaf of a crusty bread. Osmont downed his meal so fast that he couldn’t possibly have tasted it. Pushing himself up from the table, he went over to Aine, whispered something in her ear, and slipped something into her hand. With a brief wave to Donovan, he rushed out the door.
Donovan sat there is silence, slowly picking at his meal. It was one thing to agree to wait here doing nothing, but it was another to be stuck all alone with his thoughts. An hour ago, it had seemed impossible that he’d find out about his past, and now Osmont was out chasing it down while he sat here doing nothing.
Aine stopped by when he had finished his meal, and after some chitchat, cleared away the dishes and went to pour him another cider.
A boy came through the door with a large case strapped to his back. He had a pimply complexion and looked to be about Donovan’s age. Dragging a chair onto the stage, he
“Ciders for both of us, and whatever food you have ready,” said Osmont.
Aine disappeared through a door beside the bar into the kitchen, and the two of them relaxed in silence, glad to be free from the crowds of people. Aine returned with two mugs of cider a few minutes later.
“I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon,” she said, setting the mugs onto the table.
She had turned around and was heading back to the bar when Osmont snapped out of his reverie. “Wait. What? Was the boy here before?”
“He was here just yesterday. When the blokes he was with left this morning, I didn’t expect to see him back here?”
Donovan spun in his chair to face her, a broad grin splitting his face. “You know me? I was here? Who was I with? What were their names?” The words just kept pouring out of his mouth until she interrupted him.
“That’s what I just said. If you’re not going to listen then I won’t bother talking.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Ma’am!” she spat. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d give you a fat lip for that comment.”
“I apologize for the boy,” said Osmont. “He’s going through trying times.”
She stood there with one eyebrow raised, staring at Donovan. Donovan ducked down and took a long drink of his cider to escape her gaze.
“I didn’t see much of the older fellow. He kept to his room most of the time, but the other guy was pleasant enough. He had a decent enough singing voice and he tipped better than most. I think his name was Edmon.”
“Eamon?” asked Osmont.
“That could’ve been it,” she said. “He was the plainest guy I ever met. You could train an average guy to be as boring as possible for his entire life and you’d still notice him more than Eamon. If it wasn’t for his songs by the fire, I’d probably already have forgotten about him.”
“Any idea which direction they were heading?” asked Osmont.
Aine shrugged her shoulders. “Most of his songs were about the sea, but he didn’t mention where they were going.” She headed to the kitchen to gather their food.
As soon as she passed through the doorway, Osmont leaned forward in his chair. “That means that they’re probably on the South Road. I’m going to get my horse and see if I can catch them. There’s a small village a gentle day’s ride along the road. If I don’t find them there, then I’ll come back to get you and we’ll return to Haven.”
“I’m coming with you,” said Donovan.
“I can travel faster alone. I want you to stay here and find out if Aine knows anything else. If I’m not back tonight, get a room and wait for me here. Under no circumstances are you to leave here until I come back. Understood?”
Donovan was taken aback. He had never seen Osmont this intense before and it took him a moment before he nodded in agreement.
“Good, here comes the food.”
A moment later Aine set two platters of food on the table and headed off to check on the other patrons. Delicious aromas wafted off of a thick stew and they both had half a loaf of a crusty bread. Osmont downed his meal so fast that he couldn’t possibly have tasted it. Pushing himself up from the table, he went over to Aine, whispered something in her ear, and slipped something into her hand. With a brief wave to Donovan, he rushed out the door.
Donovan sat there is silence, slowly picking at his meal. It was one thing to agree to wait here doing nothing, but it was another to be stuck all alone with his thoughts. An hour ago, it had seemed impossible that he’d find out about his past, and now Osmont was out chasing it down while he sat here doing nothing.
Aine stopped by when he had finished his meal, and after some chitchat, cleared away the dishes and went to pour him another cider.
A boy came through the door with a large case strapped to his back. He had a pimply complexion and looked to be about Donovan’s age. Dragging a chair onto the stage, he
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