Tag – Part II Forgeron the Tinker – Chapter 9

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Tag – Part II Forgeron the Tinker – Chapter 9

The sun capped the western mountains as Forgeron pulled his cart down Nant’s main thoroughfare. Loud voices, the tinkling of mugs, laughter, and bright lights came through windows a ways up. Above them a wooden sign announced “Red Fox Inn.” Underneath the words a tilted flagon dripped ale and a browned leg of lamb dripped gravy.

Forgeron parked his cart in the lane beside the inn and entered.

Eyes rose and took him in. Talk paused but only long enough for people to identify the stranger in their midst. He smiled and nodded in return. Talk, laughter, and the clanging of mugs returned. Lamps and candles lit much of the Inn’s area but dark areas and paths remained. The scent of braised lamb and beef, ale and wine, mixed with light smoke from the lamps, candles, and a few men with pipes as Forgeron closed the door.

Two young men, their arms bare, shirts open, and aprons around their waists moved from darkness to light and back with pitchers and platters as patrons raised their hands or lifted their heads or cocked an eye in their direction. Someone stood in the dark near the door, cup in hand, their oil stained coat pulled loosely around them and their hood pulled low, perhaps just come in from the cold.

A few tables stood free but Forgeron chose a table with a free chair. Three men who he hadn’t met during the day occupied the other three sides. One said soemthing and all three laughed.

Forgeron put his hand on the free chair’s backrest. “May a thirsty, hungry, tinker join you, Good Sirs?”

Gallos pushed the seat out and waved at Slewe, the Innkeeper.


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