Ben led him up some steps, to the door of one of the cottages. The girl who had given Anthony that look earlier, watched them go up anxiously, and winced as she accidentally cut herself. Ben led Anthony into a room that had one other door, which was slightly open. There was a table, with a bench and quite a lot of chairs, a bed in a corner, a cooking range in the fireplace, and many cupboards and things hanging off the walls. There were nets drying on wires suspended from the ceiling. There was only one window, with thick glass, and the lack of daylight made the cluttered room feel even more cramped.

Ben put the basket on the table. "Please, have a seat," Ben offered, and opened a door in the cooking range, poked the coal with a fire poker, and added some coal. "Are ye from around here?"