Brother arrived on a grisly scene. Lord Rainport and his horse had been devoured by pequin.
If you showed the slightest amount of fear, they would prey on you. They could sense it.
There was no sign of the Man with the Shepherd’s Crook. Hastily, he returned to Northwich. His sheep were gone. He checked the old building where he held services and knocked on the door of the school. A man with a cane was walking, daughter around his arm.
He asked them of his whereabouts.
Excitedly, he told Brother about his arm. When Brother was able to redirect, he asked again.
“Oh, he took his bride and his sheep away in the night. He said not to worry, he would be back. He left you a blanket by the Campfire. He called it a comforter of all things.”
It was cold and late. He built a fire and hunkered down. The blanket was embroidered with words he did not understand.
This would be an all nighter. He made the coffee extra strong.
The donkey did not bray and the goose was quiet. A tall, thin, balding man walked to the fire with a woodsman’s gait.
“Hello, I am a potter and I would like to settle here.”
Brother said, “Why not! Would you like some coffee?
The potter asked, “Is it community coffee?”
“Oh yes! Everyone is welcome to a cup!”