Time passed quickly in the carriage. Before long they had reached the eastern market, which was aptly named.
It ran the full length of the city's eastern wall, it was longer than it had looked from inside the carriage, the stalls packed close with barely room between them. The noise was constant whether it were vendors or animals. The crowd parted naturally for the Blackwood colours.
William moved through the crowds with ease. He simultaneously scanned the stalls looking for the best wares, while he greeted the men women and children who gave him a bow.
William noticed a man, sleeping in the doorway of a shuttered shop as they passed. He stopped, reached into his coat without breaking his stride, and left a coin inside the man's pocket without waking him. He didn't mention it and kept walking.
