'Bye.'
'Hope to see you again soon. Your songs really brought people in. Especially your well trained dog and the good old Greybeard Halt. I hope you never meet him during one of your performances. What's your wonderful dog's name? I am almost sure that it is not Haley'
'Ebony.'
'May the Gods wish you and Ebony well and may you never meet the infamous Halt.'
'Thanks.'
The inn door slammed shut. It was a cold, crisp, winter morning and the jongleur Will Barton was leaving the warmth of the inn. The innkeeper was sad to see him go. He had done such a roaring trade that he had offered to house the jongleur for free.
To his surprise the jongleur had refused and had always paid. Not that it had bothered him. And now that jongleur was leaving.
'Come on Ebony, let's go get tug and then it is homeward we go … Actually what's that date?'
Receiving no answer Will continued.
'I believe that if we hurried we would make the last two days of the gathering and scare Crowley at the same time.' He smiled at the thought.
Near by a horse neighed it's greeting to its owner. A short shaggy horse, but a loyal one at that.
Will smiled once more before departing. He was going home.