05-09-2022, 04:06 AM
Edmund raised himself again to his full height after assuring his sister really was alright, reluctant to let this stranger have too many advantages over him. He probably had good intentions if he was a priest, but Edmund had to assume everyone who approached after dark was dangerous.
Third night? This was the man's third night and he was already so comfortable wandering around after dark? Edmund wondered if that's the kind of privilege granted by a tall stature or the cassock the man wore. He envied the former.
"An inn," he repeated the suggestion, unable to suppress a bit of irritation from leaking into the words. "Why didn't I think of that?"
The moment the words left his lips, Edmund regretted them. If this man wanted to help, the least he could do was be respectful. And if he wanted to hurt them, making him angry certainly wasn't the best way to dissuade him from doing so.
"Sorry," he said quickly, fixing his tone. "I've got no money. Luggage got lost at sea. What little of it there was, anyway."
His words were accompanied by a meager shrug, summing up the boys feelings on the subject. What good would their things be to the two of them now? Perhaps they'd be a little less hungry, a little less bruised, but Edmund imagined the pack would also make them more of a target to people less kind than this Father Brennan.
What good was American money here, anyway? Of course, Edmund hadn't thought of that until they arrived, and all their things were already long gone, but the lack of forethought showed just how spontaneous this little trip was.
"We've spent the night outside before, we'll be alright. We'll find something a little more out of the way, she was just..." weak, weary, probably more so than Edmund himself. Again, he shrugged, unwilling to admit this to the man.
Third night? This was the man's third night and he was already so comfortable wandering around after dark? Edmund wondered if that's the kind of privilege granted by a tall stature or the cassock the man wore. He envied the former.
"An inn," he repeated the suggestion, unable to suppress a bit of irritation from leaking into the words. "Why didn't I think of that?"
The moment the words left his lips, Edmund regretted them. If this man wanted to help, the least he could do was be respectful. And if he wanted to hurt them, making him angry certainly wasn't the best way to dissuade him from doing so.
"Sorry," he said quickly, fixing his tone. "I've got no money. Luggage got lost at sea. What little of it there was, anyway."
His words were accompanied by a meager shrug, summing up the boys feelings on the subject. What good would their things be to the two of them now? Perhaps they'd be a little less hungry, a little less bruised, but Edmund imagined the pack would also make them more of a target to people less kind than this Father Brennan.
What good was American money here, anyway? Of course, Edmund hadn't thought of that until they arrived, and all their things were already long gone, but the lack of forethought showed just how spontaneous this little trip was.
"We've spent the night outside before, we'll be alright. We'll find something a little more out of the way, she was just..." weak, weary, probably more so than Edmund himself. Again, he shrugged, unwilling to admit this to the man.
