rnlaurie

1 Fools lie with wolves and don’t expect fleas. Belford’s teachings of An Dagda    Murray lay staring at light flickering across the wooden ceiling. A sea of unsynchronized snoring added to his headache, reminding him that he had woken too soon. Irritated, he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, squinting at the impossibly bright lamps throughout the barn. He picked up his satchel from beside the bed and searched for his pipe. Convinced that the stable boy had stolen it, Murray cursed under his breath and shoved his hand beneath the bed. He gave a slight grin as his hand touched the cold glass and pulled out his remaining liqu