Chapter Four
The place of judgment turned out to be a not too clean room, in what I took to be a public house. The bar was closed and a large crowd of assorted and strange or plain old disgusting looking males were gathered within; as I was led through the door the room fell silent. I could see the pig looking man I had first encountered standing near to the front of a distant bar with his back to me. Beyond him sitting on the bar itself was an ancient looking be-whiskered old man. His teeth glistening and visible to me, obviously having been little cleaned. Yuk, I thought, as I looked up at him. He had tiny piggy eyes recessed within heavy brows, which were fixed forward looking at the door through which I had been led. I was taken to a cage placed before him and roughly pushed inside, m
