As he peered out of the door across the moonlit stable yard Benor Dorfinngil could see a cloaked figure making its way to the kitchen door. Benor assumed it was somebody intent upon an assignation, but rather than knocking at the door, the person produced a key and opened it. Intrigued now, Benor waited until … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 9
That morning, after the luxury of a privy that smelled almost sweet, he breakfasted as normal. Then he made his way to that part of the estate nearest to the village of Tarrant and from there he strode down to the road to the Bridge, and then turned along the main road heading towards Lord … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 8
That evening when Benor returned to his room over the stables he checked carefully. His backpack had been disturbed. He looked around the rest of the room; somebody had disturbed the hoarded dirt under the bed. Not only that but there was a faint print of a shoe in the dust on the room’s only … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 7
It was on the fourth night that he was awakened. He sat bolt upright in bed, listening. Somewhere he could hear a horse whinny. Given that the stable below him was empty, the horse had to belong to a stranger and what was a stranger doing lurking close to the house at this time of … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 6
Episode 5 That evening Benor opened his backpack, assembled his plane table and his groma. Next morning he appeared at the kitchen door to enquire about breakfast. The cook, a thin, grim woman, seemed to share her mistress’s disapproval of him. Still she set before him a plate of oatcakes, butter and cheese. To drink … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 5
Heiron leaned back in his seat and pushed his empty plate away. Benor was still mopping up the remains of his gravy with a slice of bread. “That was good.” Benor ate the bread. “You’re right; I will happily recommend ‘The Bridge Inn’ at Tarrant to all my friends.” With that he drained … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 4
Benor awoke with the dawn. He crawled out from under the hedge and looked about him. There was a stream nearby and enough dry wood for a fire. He’d walked late into the night, initially because it was fine, the going was good and he was enjoying being out of the city. Then when … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 3
Chapter 2 Benor woke up slowly. He was home or at least lying on the deck under the overhang of the cabin roof. This was where he had taken to sleeping in summer. He crawled out of his blankets and looked across the estuary, the tide was in. Hastily stripping he dropped a bucket … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 2
A measured response Episode 1 As a young cartographer, Benor Dorfinngil knew he would have to travel. On the long road that had at length carried him from Toelar to Port Naain, he had braved atrocious weather conditions, serious mining accidents, anthropophagous beastmen, irate husbands and outraged fathers. All this he had taken in his … More The ‘A licence to print money’ blog tour
As you know a poet is a proud independent creature, freed from any possibility of subservience by his devotion to his art. Thus as I am at something of a loose end whilst my patron prepares to attend the races, it strikes me that it might be a useful exercise for me to give … More A horse, a horse.
