The stones are cool and dusty against the soles of my feet while I pass the alcove where the old tapestry hangs.

For a minute or two, I forget why I came out here in the first place and just stared at the sewn together artwork on the old tapestry that shows the picture of a wolves and hounds and a moon that is set too low.

Perhaps however created this was trying to create a hunt scene on a mountain.

I intrigued, but then I hear the sounds of fists on leather and the scrape of boots coming ...