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“And that woman of the same town whose long‑lost husband was led home by a fair‑haired angel child one Christmas Eve, after years of wander‑ ing?” “And that lame girl,” said the fourth man. “Do you recall that lame girl in the next village – t | THE INNKEEPER S SON Please share a link to this e-book with your friends. Feel free to post and share links to this e-book or you may email or print this book in its entirety or in part but please do not alter it in any way and please do not post or offer copies of this e-book for download on another website or through another Internet-based download service. If you wish to make multiple hard copies for wider distribution or to reprint portions in a newsletter or periodical please observe the following restrictions You may not reproduce it for commercial gain. You must include this credit line Copyright 2011 by The Plough Publishing House. Used with permission. This e-book is a publication of The Plough Publishing House Rifton NY 12471 USA www.plough.com and Robertsbridge East Sussex TN32 5DR UK www.ploughbooks.co.uk Copyright 2011 by Plough Publishing House Rifton Ny 12471 USA The Innkeeper s Son IT WAS A BITTER NIGHT though very clear. Under the sparkling stars a wild north wind drove cold into the veins into the cracks and crannies of the tightest dwelling and the tree limbs sighed and creaked. The snow that had fallen yesterday swirled up afresh and made new drifts and the frozen earth was swept bare in wide swathes. No creature moved abroad and except for the moan of the wind the world lay silent. But the inn was warm and cozy in the firelight and in the lamplight flickering from the walls. The smell of roast goose and pudding and spiced wine permeated the air. There was the glitter of holly on the shelf above the hearth and greens were hung in bunches from the great black rafters. The four men at the table set their flagons down in unison with loud thumps and burst into raucous singing not for the first time that evening to

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