gradually faded until they were nothing but the echo of my dreams. Hercules snorted and wheezed; then he, too, became part of the distant chorus as I fell deeply and soundlessly asleep.
It might have been the sun streaming in through the open alehouse door that woke me; but I rather fancy it was Master Litton, who âaccidentallyâ tripped over my long legs as I sprawled beside the cold ashes of yesterdayâs fire. I sat up with a snort to find that, apart from Hercules and the landlord, I was alone, my companions of the previous evening having all disappeared.
âWhere is everyone?â I asked, still drugged with sleep.
âYou
were
tired, my lad,â the landlord marvelled. âThere have been comings and goings through here since daybreak, what with five breakfasts to see to, Sir Damienâs saddlebags to be packed and hauled downstairs and no one bothering to lower his voice. But you slept through it all like one dead. And that ill-favoured hound of yours.â The intelligent animal lifted his lip and farted loudly just to show his contempt. Master Litton roared with laughter and continued, âYes, theyâve all gone on their way, if not exactly rejoicing, then at least anxious to reach journeyâs end before nightfall. Youâre the only one left.â
I scrambled to my feet, noting that the sun was already halfway up the sky and climbing steadily, then staggered outside and held my head under the stable pump until I felt fit enough to face the new day. I combed my hair with one of the combs from my pack, cleaned my teeth with the piece of willow bark I always carried and went back indoors to a meal of oatcakes and (it being Friday) poached fish, which Master Litton assured me was no more than forty-eight hours old, having been purchased fresh from the Abbot of Glastonburyâs fishpond the day before yesterday.
âHow do I get to Croxcombe Manor from here?â I asked as he placed a beaker of small beer before me and gave Hercules another bone to gnaw on.
âCroxcombe Manor, eh? Well there! If youâd woken betimes, you could have accompanied Master Anthony. But on second thoughts, Iâd give the manor a wide berth today, if I were you. Things are going to be pretty lively there, I reckon, when the prodigal turns up. I donât suppose anyone but George Applegarth will be pleased to see him.â
I swallowed a mouthful of oatcake and asked, âWhy not?â
The landlord cast a quick glance over his shoulder to make certain that Mistress Litton was nowhere about, then sat down opposite me at the table.
âThe Bellknapps arenât near neighbours of ours, you understand. On foot itâll take you the best part of the day to get there, especially as youâre already late setting out. On horseback, now, and with an early start, I daresay Master Anthony will arrive by midday. So, as I say, weâre not near neighbours, but not so far distant that one doesnât hear things. And the Bellknapp family has been good for gossip in and around Wells these many years, what with Corneliusâs feud with the elder boy, Anthonyâs disappearance and then, of course, the robbery and murder of Jenny Applegarth. And nowâ â the landlord chuckled â âjust as matters seem to have settled down, hereâs the renegade marching back to claim his inheritance and put young Simonâs nose well and truly out of joint.â He sighed. âIâd give my last groat to witness
that
encounter.â
I said, âI know a little of the Bellknappsâ affairs. A cousin of Dame Audrea is a neighbour of mine, in Bristol.â I saw the landlordâs look of startled disbelief and hurried on, âI assure you it is so, unlikely as it may seem. And to prove Iâm telling the truth, I know that Cornelius Bellknapp left everything to his wife until the younger son reaches his eighteenth birthday, when he inherits, but only if the
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