Light gleamed through the closed shutters, and the sounds of revelry inside drowned out their footsteps. She crossed an open street and darted down the side of the public house. A stray cat looked up at her, annoyed, and scurried into the dark. Halla plunged into the alley, following a turn to the left. “Well, we will deal with that as we must. “They damn well better be! I paid the lay brothers to see that someone did!” “Will someone be keeping the vigil for him?” “I suppose I will not be attending his funeral, so I might as well pay my respects now.” It seemed like an age of the earth had passed since Silas had coughed out his last on the pillow. There’s a lich-gate at the far end that leads out of the walls and into the fields.” If we can get into the burial yard, we can cut through. “We need to get to the churchyard,” said Halla. He stepped to the mouth of the alley and looked both ways, then stepped back into shadow. “She’d yell for her tray in bed in the morning when she visited, and you could hear her clear out back with the chickens.” “Your aunt has quite a set of lungs,” Sarkis observed. Halla might have had something to say to that, but a shout rang out from farther down the street. If they cannot hold their beasts, they deserve to lose them.” “Raiding cattle and kine is a fine and honorable tradition. “You were very concerned with the honor of my kinswomen,” said Halla, “but you’re not concerned with being a horse-thief?” “I don’t propose to buy one in the middle of the night, my lady.” “Yes, of course, but… We’re going to steal one?” “They still make horses, don’t they? I haven’t been in the sword that long?”
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