Chapter 8Before leaving the tavern, Gavril picked up a lantern that Moira had left for him. The streets were dark, even with the dim light of the few lamps along the main street. Having your own light was preferable. I’ll drop it off tomorrow when I come into the village for some supplies.
Behind him, Edison was quiet. No doubt ruminating over what he’d heard in the tavern. Not that it was much. But it’s useful for Mam Eira to know that Anand isn’t kowtowing to those weasels staying on the manor grounds, unlike some of the miners who follow them like sheep.
The sounds of a scuffle caught Gavril’s attention and he held his lamp high, trying to see through the gloom. The moon emerged from behind a cloud and Gavril was certain he recognised Anand as one of the men. He’s in trouble.
“Look!”
