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The heavy door of the pub swung open roughly.
The hot, dense air saturated with heat and cigarette smoke poured out, mingling with the cold night breeze of London.
“Let’s go! To Westminster!”
William Jones took the lead.
His voice carried a metallic ring, yet his eyes burned brighter than the gas lamps.
The destination of the flame dwelling in William’s eyes was Westminster—those people sitting on the other side of those stone ramparts.
“This is madness, William.”
Henry Jones, following closely behind, grumbled as he pulled his coat collar tight. Yet his feet moved independently of his grumbling. His...
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