Peter hesitated, reluctant to go to his father’s house, back into the gloom and despair that seemed to ooze out of every crevice. Wistfully, he watched Anne and Cune as they walked off, chatting with each other. He wanted to go with them. But lately, it felt as if there was a barrier between him and his friends.
“I need to visit the brewery,” Master Nowak said. “Do you want to come along?”
Peter had never been inside the brewery. He did not care for beer all that much, preferring to drink water if it was clean and fresh. On the other hand, visiting the brewery was better than sitting in silence in his father’s study. Then he felt guilty. “I will walk with you part of the way. I should really go home.”
Master Nowak was one of several senior guild members with beer brewing privileges and
