"Aye, son. 'tis. Come. Have a cup of tea! Bram, get your cousin a chair and make some tea, will ye?" And the boy rushed up the steps to one of the cottages and returned with a chair for Patrick, and then made his way back inside, clearly quite relieved to drop the muckier work. "What brings ye to Whitby? Yer family alright?" Across the yard some teenage fishlasses ceased their work to whisper and stare at the new blood.