6
I followed the strange little man through the dining hall and up the stairs in the grand hall. He mumbled to himself every now and then, and the sound echoed around us like spooks discussing the night’s hauntings.
“Leod’s master is in need. Aye, he grows hungry. Hungry and tired. . .” he mumbled.
I crept behind him, mindful to stay in the shadows. The man turned right at the top of the stairs and shuffled into the north wing. I reached the top and paused. He was surely no thief, but I couldn’t fathom why he was to go into a wing where no one resided. His candle grew dim from the distance. My reckless curiosity demanded I continue to follow, so I did.
The north wing had fewer doors along either side, and the window at the end was covered by a plank of wood. The little man wal
