“As I said, Alfie has connections.”
“I’ll say.”
Tristan hesitated a moment. “There are people waiting to see you.”
“Who?”
“Some rather lovely ladies from the brothel, the children, Gareth, Alfie…you are in demand.”
Sam stared at him. “They are all here?”
“They were concerned.”
Sam was moved. Moved that there were people in the world who cared about him. Moved that Tristan was here kneeling before him, caring about him, moved that Alfie had sought to ensure he didn’t wind up in the gallows…He swallowed and nodded.
“I will dress and join you.”
Tristan regarded him solemnly for a moment and then smiled awkwardly.
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