But Brave: One Last Drink
There was one question James had asked that forever lingered in Turlough’s mind. Why did Tristan have to go? It was a question he had struggled to answer, and sitting in the Drovers Arms that Sunday evening he found it harder still. From what he understood, this gathering was a regular affair; on the eve of Tristan’s trips to Edinburgh Siegfried and his brother would share a pint, and Siegfried would quiz him on parasitology or pathology or whichever subject he was vainly hoping to pass.
But of course, Tristan had never been to Edinburgh, had he?