Chapter 46

THEY CAME upon the inn, as Dallin had hoped, just before the kitchen closed, so they were able to manage a hot supper of ham and boiled potatoes along with stale black bread and something they said was split pea soup but looked and smelled more like congealed pond scum. Dallin pushed his aside with a dubious pinch of his lips, but Wil slurped up all of his, sopped up the leavings with the bread, and then asked Dallin for his portion. The man could definitely eat, and apparently he wasn't picky. Anyway, Wil could certainly use any little bit of bulk he could get. Dallin slid the bowl over without expression or comment.