Having gotten off the stinking fish ship at Plymouth you lie low for a few weeks and freshen up.
However the stench of fish never quite leaves you.
A note arrives for you saying that the Earl is to deliver your pardon to the Mermaid’s Purse, being just a days ride away you set off with all haste.
The journey is straight and quick and you make good time. The weather is hard but you battle on.
It is the middle of the afternoon and you are looking forward to a pint when a shot rings out and three masked figures (of varied heights) leap out from the undergrowth.
Your horse rears up, you fall off indignantly and the horse bolts off.
You stand up and dust yourself down.
‘Stand and deliver’ the shortest of the three says.
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