permission to keep her with me in our chamber.” Gludog thought that he had use the opportunity to clear this small fact with the tower guards, since many of the sergeants were present and it never hurt to tell them what was happening. He had found from past experience that it often prevented misunderstandings from occurring in the future; particularly as far as his friend Robyn was concerned!
The other guards still looked a bit dubious. They thought that the youngster was being a bit flippant. Nevertheless, Lawnslod continued affably: “It is well now that we shouldst make our way up to the courtyard entrance, before it becometh too late for Master Nomis to return alone to his tower. Come, I will escort thee.”
The mood of the other guards began to relax visibly, except for one overly suspicious looking sergeant who said: “Not so fast, Lawnslod, where’s this stranger from, then? How do we know he’s not a spy? Remember, there’ve been sightings of tall dark strangers about; the Captain warned us all only three days ago. I reckon we should lock him up until someone can account for him. … Someone in authority … not just these two numbskulls!”
“Art thou questioning my authority in this matter?” Lawnslod asked dangerously. “I vouchsafe for the lad, knowing as I do his circumstances. Howsoever, thou may look at him, thou canst see plainly that my friend hath no ‘dark’ strangers’ attributes at all, even if he art rather tall for an Elfin.”
The sergeant backed down, muttering his apologies sullenly. Nomis began to realise that all he had previously heard of the Coblyns was in part true. He was thankful that they had Lawnslod’s company as an escort, rather than trusting to Gludog’s bravado in getting him safely from this impulsive tower of Coblyns.
They walked for some time and Nomis began to wonder how late it really was. Having been so long in this strange tower, he had lost track of time. The only way he knew it was getting late was that his stomach began to rumble violently and embarrassingly. At first, he covered it with scuffing his feet along, but shortly it became worse as it often did when he began to think about food.
“When didst thou last eat, young Master Nomis?” Lawnslod asked brusquely.