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Sighing, the innkeeper poured wine for them, then sat and watched morosely as they sipped the hot, spiced liquid. 'She came from far off. Some say from the Holy Land. I don't know. Took the assart down behind the Oatway place, about a mile from here, out east.' 'And?' Baldwin's eyes narrowed and Simon had the impression that he was sure the publican was holding something back. 'Come on, man. You're the innkeeper! You know everyone here, and you know all the gossip, too. What was said about her? Who knew her well? Who liked her, who hated her? What do you know about her?' |