Chapter 110
Heads looked up at our appearance, and there were shouts of greeting, and a general shuffling and pushing, to make room at one of the long tables. Clearly Ragul was well-known in The World’s End. A few curious glances came my way, but no one said anything. I kept my cloak pulled close around me, and followed Ragul through the crush of the tavern. “Nay, mistress, we’ll no be stayin’,” he said to the young barmaid who bustled forward with an eager smile. “I’ve only come for himself.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Oh, aye, and no before time, either! Mither’s put him doon the stair.” “Aye, I’m late,” Ragul said apologetically. “I had…business that kept me.” The girl looked curiously at me, but then shrugged and dimpled at Ragul. “Och, it’s no trouble, sir. Harry took him doon a stoup of bra
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