They landed just before him and the mare knelt down to indicate he could mount. This he did and she took off. He guided her with his knees towards Brewerstown, a full thirty miles west of Smithtown.
As usual, they landed about half a mile from the town and he walked in. Like Smithtown, Brewertown was ringed with earthworks, but unlike Smithtown, no river filled the deep moat. Instead, that moat was full of sharpened stakes.
Pettic smelt the air. Yes indeed, this was Brewertown. He could smell the fermenting ale wafting towards him across the moat. The bridge was down and he crossed into the town.
Unlike Smithtown, Brewertown had the residences on the main street and the breweries behind, on side roads and near the walls. As he walked up the road, eyes watched him from the windows. He fe
