Before things got so crowded, he’d bought himself a jack of small beer and a piece of bread and dripping, so his stomach was full but not full enough to make him drowsy. Meanwhile the number of customers rose, and the place got warmer. This nook was a good place to tuck himself into when he wanted to eavesdrop on conversations. Eavesdropping was almost as good as paying for information, and it cost nothing. He’d become adept at being able to sort one set of voices from all of the babble and concentrate on them. Once in a while one of the wenches would notice that he was there, and like this afternoon, he’d buy a mugful of small beer and a piece of bread so that they’d leave him alone, but that was only when the place was less than half full. When it was crammed tight, as it was now, he’d be overlooked all night.

He’d already wedged himself up onto the seat, knees just under his chin and his arms wrapped around them, so not even his feet were in anyone’s way. Every bench and stool at every table was full; not a surprise with rain coming down in barrel loads outside. Not a good night for “business,” except within walls.