Chapter Twelve: The Devil's OwnStepping through the door was like entering a different world. It had been bright outside, but here all was gloom and darkness. The fug from the soldiers' pipes obscured the details of the room, but Pablo knew it well enough from many visits and he crossed through the thick, stinking pall to the bar.
Felipe appeared from out of the murkiness, wiping his large hands over his apron. “You're back,” he muttered.
Pablo nodded, leaning across the counter, quickly peering towards the four soldiers who all sat around a table, tankards and a large plate of bread and meat in front of them. None of them acknowledged the traveller's presence, a fact that Pablo felt grateful for. He eyed them for a second. A lifetime of surviving on his wits and intuition had equipped h
