Marbeck And the Privateers (2014)
“Having eaten a supper and taken a potion given him by his landlord, he slept soundly and awoke feeling stronger. By midmorning he had paid the reckoning, left the inn and the persona of Thomas Fowler with it, and was walking Cobb through the din of Candlewick Street and Budge Row into Watling Street. His belongings were in a saddle-bag, and he wore his old scholar’s gown, his sword and poniard beneath it. Skirting St Paul’s and its crowds, he passed by Bowyer Row through Ludgate and out into Fleet Street, fetching up at last in the Strand before the gates of Salisbury House. He gave his new name to the porter, and having seen his horse stabled, entered the great marbled hallway. Here, Giles Blunt presented himself to the steward.
‘You’ll be aware my master’s not yet in residence,’ the steward murmured, looking the newcomer up and down. He was aged, white-haired and clad in dusty black. ‘But his private room is unlocked … I’ll have one show you.’ He paused, then: ‘I trust you do not ta...ke tobacco – my lord forbids it.’ Politely Marbeck reassured him, and was soon following a liveried servant up an ornate staircase, into a small but pleasant chamber overlooking the river.MoreLess
‘You’ll be aware my master’s not yet in residence,’ the steward murmured, looking the newcomer up and down. He was aged, white-haired and clad in dusty black. ‘But his private room is unlocked … I’ll have one show you.’ He paused, then: ‘I trust you do not ta...ke tobacco – my lord forbids it.’ Politely Marbeck reassured him, and was soon following a liveried servant up an ornate staircase, into a small but pleasant chamber overlooking the river.MoreLess
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