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Birger had come in to the common room to be near the fire. His chores were done and cook had given him a sweet bun with a cup of hot, strong tea. He’d settled in to enjoy the treat, but now his restful time had come abruptly to an end. The yowling and squawking, the yips and growls that had started just a while ago were now making him more and more fearful. And now here was Old Goody talking about trouble of some sort coming to the Green Man.
He saw Willem get up to fetch Carr. He in turn jumped up and ran to lock the door securely, and began to latch each of the windows tight against any who might try to get in. When he heard the old hound begin to howl, he ran as quick as he could to the back courtyard. He brought the old fellow inside and then went to lock the chickens and the pigs in the shed.
For a moment, he stood in the yard, looking at the animals as they wandered in a frenzy. ‘I wish I could understand you,’ he said, a sad look on his face. ‘But if you can understand me at all, you’d better go hide and be quick about it.’
He hurried back inside, fastening the back door as he had the front.
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