Buck Field Inn

To the left of the door stood an upright loom with balls of wool fastened to the top support, and thread hanging down, and clay loom weights hanging even lower.  In the center she had placed her army supplied bed and wooden storage trunk.  Tiny oil lamps with blackened spouts sat on iron shelves in three of the corners, and in the fourth were piled balls of yarn and the woven squares of cloth from her loom.  Evidently, she was concerned about having an open flame near the combustible wool.    Vectis knew what he had to do.  He headed straight for the wooden trunk at the foot of the bed and removed the lid.  Burn the Fat Feed the Muscle, he searched through Neeve’s clothing and two soft leather bags that contained her personal items, all the while taking care to fold and replace things exactly as he found them.