Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 47.6 — At the City Gates

Ch. 47.6 -- A drizzle began. By the time Mr. Dumfries reached the city gates, his cloak was beaded with drops. The two guards, who had been drinking and playing cards at a table under the eaves by the gates, stood up with sneers on their faces. “Well, well, if it isn’t old Gramps,” said…