Coombe Bridge
On Mid-summer day, Denzil found himself sitting at the oak table alone. He was waiting for Goathead, even though he really did not want to see him. He had tied his horse to the post of the gateway after it had a drink. It was a beautiful day, the warm sun shone upon the old ruin which changed the appearance from cold and damp to almost peaceful.
The peacefulness of the place would change quickly if the beast appeared in all its vain glory. He got up and went to the cupboard in the little room and ate some bread and cheese. The bread was not stale, and the cheese was very old and strong to the taste. He had never tasted cheese like it before.
When he had finished eating, he returned to the old kitchen and there was Goathead, sitting at the table waiting for him. “Is your be
