breads and fruits and ales, and all of it at very reasonable prices. Moving still with that careful slowness, we circled the whole fair once, so Gryffin could observe what choices were available to him and decide where to spend his limited funds. I made a quick foray through the hot and densely packed booths and came back to describe what riches could be found in the areas denied to Gryffin. We decided, recklessly, that only the most accessible booths deserved our patronage, so we made a strange but satisfying meal from an assortment of vegetable skewers, cheese rounds, and exotic eggs, hard-boiled and edible but dropped from no poultry Iâd ever come across. None of us wanted the alcohol on sale at so many different venues, but we drank from Aylerâs water flask and were just as happy.
There was a bookseller at the very edge of the fair, his booth not quite so crowded as the others, and Gryffin actually asked Ayler to lift him down so he could sort through the merchandise. I handed over the canes, then held the horseâs bridle while Ayler stood behind Gryffin to protect him from careless strangers. Gryffin spent his last coppers on a volume that was in such disrepair that the pages were coming free of the binding and much of the leather was flaking off from the cover.
âFolk tales,â he said happily as Ayler helped him back on the horse. âIâve wanted something like this forever.â
It was clear the excursion had tired Gryffin. We stayed perhaps an hourâthe sun still had not completely setâbefore we decided to turn back for town. I walked right beside the horse this time, close enough to catch Gryffin if he started to fall, while Ayler sought the smoothest route home. More than once, Gryffin put his hand out to rest it on my shoulder, and I stiffened my back to take as much of his weight as I could.
The tavern, of course, was alive with revelry when we finally made our way to the back door. But most of the light and noise poured from the front of the building; the back was dark and comparatively quiet.
âDo you need any help getting up to your room?â Ayler inquired. âIf not, Iâll take my horse back to the Parmersâ.â
There was just the slightest hesitation from Gryffin. âNo. I can make it myself. But I think Iâll sit outside awhile and listen to the crickets.â
âKellen? Do you want to walk with me?â
âIâll stay with Gryffin a bit,â I decided. âIâll see you at my motherâs.â
Gryffin and I settled ourselves on the bench and leaned against the house. There was a burst of laughter from the front of the tavern and the sound of something shattering. More laughter. Above us, the moon was full and yellow, yawning with the exertion of enduring a full day of merriment.
âWhy donât you want to go upstairs?â I asked after we had been sitting in silence a few moments.
âThe roomâs occupied,â he said.
âWhoâs occupying it? And how can you tell from down here?â
He just looked at me a moment in the faint moonlight. âThere were two candles in the window,â he said. âA signal that the roomâs in use.â
âIn use forââ I began, and then my mouth hung open. âYou canât meanâpeople who are drinking in the tavern wantâthey go up to use your bedroom ?â
Gryffin nodded. âUsually just on weekends. And holidays. I spend a lot of time down on this bench.â
âEven in winter?â I demanded.
He shrugged. âIn winter I usually wait in the kitchen.â
I made a little grunting noise. âKitchenâs not so bad. Iâve slept on the floor in front of our stove a lot of times.â
âEasier to get something to eat if youâre hungry late at night,â he agreed.
âBut do people know?â I said. âI mean, I canât think the mayorâand Mr. Shelbyâand the