“I suppose you’re right,” Janot replied. He didn’t appear happy with the idea.
“Will you replenish the hay the animals have eaten?” Merek asked.
“Of course. If they starve, we are all in trouble.”
The serving boy came over at that point, setting down the tankards and telling them he would return immediately with their food—which he did so quickly they barely had time to take their first drinks.
The pottage was tasty enough, Niall thought, although skimpy on the promised meat. It was accompanied by dark bread which they used to soak up the last of the juices in their bowls.
As soon as they finished eating, Renard beckoned to the innkeeper. “We would like to go to our rooms now,” he told him while handing him what was owed for them and the food. Something he would have known without ask
