Chapter 14
Warin hugged him back. “God willing we will meet up in York.”
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Warin approached the balding middle-aged innkeeper behind the counter of the shadowed and dismally dark inn.
“Good Eve. I seek a man called Oswald.” Warin glanced around. He saw no one inside the inn, but likewise he had seen no one outside. Still, he felt the presence of outsiders to the village.
“Master Dumfries, is it?”
“What? No, I…”
The innkeeper nodded and winked. “Oswald awaits you,
Master Dumfries. This way.”
Warin followed the innkeeper into even more shadowed darkness. He prayed he was not wrong about Benedict betraying him. He hoped the innkeeper did not lead him into a room where his executioner awaited.
The innkeeper tapped lightly on the door and then without waiting for a response, opened the door, stepping aside to let Warin pass by him.