That Which Is New Is Older Than The Hills
Tall tale, or no, Samuel had a hard time under The Table one night
The four labourers sat nursing their pints, in a dark corner, of the tavern. Despite the darkness, Samuel’s eyen showed that he had had a rough time. Gazing down, at his tankard, Rupert demanded, “Well? What happened to you? Where did you get to…”
Samuel shook his head; “You’d never believe me, even if I were t’ tell you.”
Hal took a swig, then stared at Samuel, “Of course we’ll. Just spit it out and stop playing t’ coy little virgin.”
Samuel slammed his empty pint down hard on the table; “Fill it and I might. Remember the night of the big storm and lights in t’ sky.” That had been nearly a month earlier and the night before it, was the last time they had seen Samuel, in The Man In The Red Hat.
Euria signalled, to a victualler; “It’ll be here in a trice.”