They arrived at O"Beirne"s public house just before sunset, seeing the usual gathering of townsfolk outside enjoying fellowship before supper. The men would go inside, converse over tankards of beer or mead at the bar while the women sat at the table, and discuss the goings-on of the day, leaving the children free to romp around in the outer garden.
“Mike wants to see you,” James Delaney came out to meet them at the entrance. “He"ll be out back in the garden. I"ll walk you around.”
They dutifully followed him around the spacious stone building to the cobblestoned arcade where the innkeeper was watering the flowerbeds planted around the picnic area. Michael O"Beirne was a man of respect who had raised a sword in defense of his faith and his country in many a battle. He finally retired to
