Prologue 29
Roderigo stood there
and watched the ship sailed away. He felt so lost. With the last few coins he
had, the Captain of the ship refused to moor any more that another could pay
more. He had spent a lot maintaining the cottage off the harbour, and the
expenses were high. The food and drinks with tavern wenches; they cost a lot of
coins.
"Go to the tavern
and find the Centurion named Iago. Give him this." Roderigo handed the
wench the note which had just gave him some relief. She pulled on her frock and
stood up. She walked out smiling to herself. Roderigo walked out himself and
looked from the cliff he was on. The cottage front had a grand view of the bay
like the one on the pavilion but it was on the different side of the cliff.
While he stood there, another person joined him.
"Nice view."
The other person said.
"Not as nice as
the one I have at Rome." Roderigo asked of him. "How long have you
been here."
"Soon after the
storm. I had hid out at the hills. I saw you were busy yourself." The
other told Roderigo.
"Not for long. I would be gone soon." Roderigo
replied.
No comments:
Post a Comment