The room was small, dark and windowless. Dirty rushes covered the floor and a tallow candle sat on a small wobbly table pushed against a grimy wall. The candle flickered constantly, protesting against a cold draught that snaked its way through the building and into her room. Other guests at the inn, their raised voices seeping porously through paper-thin walls weren't seeing eye to eye and their disagreements, so full of anger and hate, and no longer private, ...