openlygoodTorben felt a nervous lump in his throat as he passed through the arch of the gatehouse, but a bored looking guard merely passed a casual eye over him as he walked by. Torben had deliberately loosened the straps of his pack so that the folds of his leather overcoat would flap more freely in the breeze and show he wasn’t hiding anything within. None of the guards inspected him carefully enough for this to matter and he crossed the expanse of the bridge and through the other gatehouse with ease.
He spotted Gwilym standing underneath the sign of the Rose & Crown public house, the agreed meeting point. Neither of them spoke; they were too nervous to engage in idle chitchat. The two cast around, looking for Eleusia, and saw her emerge from a large group of boisterous young men headin
