CHAPTER 7
The knock wakened him. He blinked at Rhys who opened the door and stuck his head in. “Breakfast in fifteen minutes.”
The room was dark and George turned his lamp up before leaving the warm bed. He put on the hunting clothes he had laid out the night before, and added his usual pocket contents, including the gun at the small of his back. After liberating Myfanwy, who was waiting patiently at the door, he headed quietly down the dark hall.
Lights were hung and lit in the back hall, so he returned his lamp to the night table there and sought out the voices he could hear in the hunting room.
A crackling fire gave a warm glow to the handful of people clustered around the small tables. He joined Idris and Rhys at one table, and saw others dressed and ready to go about their busines
