Chapter Twenty-Two
The Truth of the SeveraineDaniel was unsure exactly how much time had passed while with Tony, but stepping out into the biting cold sea wind and the evening air suggested more than he had expected. The streets were deserted, the tools carefully collected and stored ready for tomorrow's labours. Gathering his cloak around him against the bitter sting he lowered his head, navigating the paths towards the only clear beacon of light amidst the darkness. Where normally the lighthouse's flame would send a brilliant glow as a warning to vessels, the tavern's warm glow drew the lost and weary closer. The lighthouse had been retired, for none upon the waves would find safe harbour here.
The light from within spilt out onto the cobble streets, warming the path outside with its
