Ten
Herbert was staring out of the east windows in the sitting room, the shadows having finally gathered outside and taken them far into the night. Admitting defeat after his long afternoon at the hands of Llewellyn, Derek had retired before the night retired him. Benjamin had joined Herbert in the sitting room, keen to ask questions that he had felt prudent to keep back until the witching hours. He started with what he felt was the easiest to confirm: how long had Herbert thought he was in the air? That question had started Herbert’s staring out of the windows, and he had stayed looking there for the last five minutes.
‘Why do you start with the tough questions, Ben?’ he wondered aloud finally. ‘Everything is just different up there, it feels like it was a long time. I don’t quite feel
