‘Oh, they’re young all right … but old enough if you know what I mean.’
Noah smiled and looked at me. ‘Sounds promising, no?’
‘It does, indeed. What must we do to view these women?’
‘Come here at noon tomorrow. The auction of negros and prisoners will take place in the yard at the back and then we move to a private chamber up here for our other business.’ He stood. ‘I trust I shall see you there, gentlemen?’
‘You will, Mr Fanning. Have no fear of that. Good day.’ I bowed.
Noah followed suit and we left.
‘f**k me. I need a damned drink, Raphael. Let’s find Hal.’
At the King’s Head, he waited for us at a table towards the back, well away from the windows where it was cooler. We soon had a bottle of the local strong rum colloquially known as Kill-Divil. It was rough and powerful … and
