“We should find Ailbe,” said Thomas, looking at the houses and wondering how.
George shook his head. “We should find some food, first. I don’t know about you, but that lunch stopped filling my belly hours ago.”
Thomas could feel his own belly rumbling, but wasn’t ready to give in. “She might be in danger.”
“How are we going to find her?” asked Eileen. “All we have is a name. We don’t know where she lives. We don’t even know what she looks like.”
“We can ask.”
“Aye, we can,” said George, moving past Thomas. “And the best one to ask is the innkeeper. Now come on.”
The inn was two stories high and large, its shutters and door brightly painted and open wide to catch the evening breeze. The smell of freshly cooked fish wafted out from the kitchens and into the evening air, making Thomas’s
