Chapter 3
“You all right there, boyo?”
David awoke to the sound of wheels rumbling along the ground. He slowly opened his eyes to a room lighted by a lantern. He was inside one of the moving caravan wagons. All along the walls hung rows of rabbits, squirrels, ducks and geese, the spoils of the hunt and several nights’ dinners for the caravan. The room was saturated with the odors of meat and fur. The Scottish juggler was sitting next to him, smoking a long pipe. He had a snide smirk plastered on his face.
“You took my best puller. It’s a pain on the other horses to pull the train without that one,” he spat. “Fortunately, the mistress got him back safe and sound, along with you.”
David blinked, and sat up on the straw mattress. “I’m sorry for taking the horse, Señor…?”
“Gullin. No
